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lalavenderangel · 3 days ago

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Mirror - Nicholas Alexander Chavez x Fem!Reader

a/n: okay, to hold you over until i finish part two of GF Nick here’s this quick little fic i did, enjoy!

summary: Nick was over at your place one day when an idea sparked in his mind as he looked at your mirror thus creating a little fantasy in his head that he couldn’t wait to try.

warnings: 18+!! smut smut smut! the smallest amount of plot, fingering, slight degrading if you squint, lots of praise, overstimulation, slight innocence kink mentioned, the smallest bit of dacryphilia again if you squint, and some sweet aftercare in the end. if i missed anything please let me know!

word count: 2.1k (sorry it’s short)

When Nicholas first brought it up, you were a bit hesitant, never doing anything like this before. Granted, before you and Nicholas got together you hadn’t done much. You wouldn’t say you were vanilla or anything like that, you just didn’t do much when it came to having sex. Nicholas on the other hand, he’s dipped his toe in quite a few things when it came to sex, nothing super intense or anything like that but he explored kinks until he found the ones he enjoyed the most and the things he really enjoyed doing with/to a partner. He honestly had been thinking about this for a couple weeks now, wondering how he was going to approach you about it.

He knew you were still a bit shy around him which honestly made him more attracted to you oddly enough which Nick then just threw that under the belt of his kinks, innocence. Though he knew you weren’t when you guys first hooked up which actually surprised him seeing as you were so shy and quiet but man when guys got into the bedroom he saw a whole new side to you and he was instantly addicted. But there was more, he knew there was and he wanted to slowly open you up to more than you already knew. So finally he approached you about his idea.

“So you want me to sit in front of my mirror over there, with you behind me and watch myself as you pleasure me?” You asked softly and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, I mean, don’t you want to see how you look when you feel good?” He asked, licking his lips slightly as he painted the image in his head himself. You could see from the look in his eyes that he was really determined to do this, and well you couldn’t deny yourself the idea did intrigue you. “But hey, look, I know how you are so please don’t do this because of me okay? I want you to do this for yourself more than anything.” He says and you nod your head.

“I want to, I promise.” You say smiling at him.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” You say, also smiling.

And that’s how you’re now sitting on the floor of your bedroom, sitting on your favorite plush blanket, legs forced open by Nicholas’s, fully bare as you sit in front of your mirror as Nick’s hands tease your body and make you wet.

“Look at how your body reacts to me baby, just the slightest touch of my hands has you all whiny and needy, it's a bit pathetic if you ask me.” At his degrading words you let out another breathy whine and he smirks. “See what I mean. I haven’t even got to the best part yet.”

“Nick.” You breathe out as you lean your head back on his shoulder and look at him with half-lidded eyes. He wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t even anywhere near your pussy and yet here you were, a mess in his arms. He gropes your breasts once again, brushing his thumb over the hardened peaks before this time pinching them in a painful yet pleasurable way that had you letting out a soft cry.

“So sensitive, too much?” He always checked in here and there even as he dommed you.

“No, promise.” You whisper.

“Good girl, thank you for telling me.” He tugs at your nipples a little before he slides his hands down your body. “Lift your head, doll, how are you going to see what I do if you’re too busy looking at me hmm?”

“But you’re so pretty to look at.” You mumble making Nicholas chuckle before he gently grabs your chin and guides your head down until you’re looking in the mirror.

“Watch, just relax and watch for me.” He breathes out as his hand continues to slide down your body. He teases your inner thighs, near your pussy, with feather light circles loving the soft whines that leave your mouth as he teases you just a bit more.

“No more teasing Nick, please.” You whine and he coos a little before he spreads you open, groaning at the sight in the mirror.

“Look at how soaked you are baby, fuck.” He moves his middle finger to your clit and starts rubbing soft, small circles into your clit causing you to let out a little soft cry of relief as he finally makes contact and he laughs a little. “I know, I know, you have been so patient. It’s like a little reward for your behavior huh?” He whispers in your ear a slight amused smile on his face. You nod your head, your eyes fluttering a little making him stop.

“No!” You whine.

“You need to keep your eyes open, that’s the main part of this pretty girl, come on, I know you can.” He nips at your earlobe and your body trembles a little. You open your eyes a little more and look into the mirror watching as Nicholas continues to toy with your clit making you let out breathy moans that only get louder as he begins to slowly add pressure. You didn’t think you would like this, seeing yourself open like this as you’re a bit insecure but something about it was just so fucking hot. After rubbing your clit for a good minute he finally slips two fingers into you making you moan loudly, almost tipping your head back but Nicholas took his free hand and gripped your hair tightly as he kept your head in place stopping the thrusts of his fingers.

“There now you can’t look away, just don’t close your eyes or you won’t be able to cum, understand?” He whispers and you nod your head. “Words, doll come on, I know you know better, do you understand?”

“I understand.” You breathe out.

“Good.” He loosened his grip on your hair a little as he began to pump his fingers inside of you again, a bit quicker now. Your eyes remained locked on the mirror, watching as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, not only hearing the lewdness of it all but seeing it as well. Every time his fingers came back out they seemed to glisten more and more with your arousal and it had you moaning from the sight alone.

“I get to see this every single time I put my fingers in this pretty pussy, messy little sight to see huh?” He turns his head now, tilting yours to the side as he leaves hot open mouth kisses along your neck, nipping here and there. Your eyes flutter again but you don’t close them and it makes him proud. Nick then teases a third finger around, silently asking for permission and you look him in the eyes through the mirror.

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slips the third finger in, stretching you nicely as you try to tilt your head back in pleasure before he tightens his grip again.

“You’re doing so good, don’t stop now.” He breathes out against your neck.

“Sorry.” You whine out a little.

“It’s okay, just keep watching yourself okay?” You nod your head, moaning loudly again as one of the fingers inside your pussy slips out and starts rubbing your clit and tight circles, making you clench around his fingers. He groans out against your neck at the feeling as he keeps up with his ministrations to push you over the edge. You could feel that all too familiar feeling building up in your lower stomach and it has your heart racing.

“Fuck, Nicholas!” You whimper out which only encourages him to pump his fingers faster.

“You’re close, I can tell, you going to make a mess on my fingers, doll?” He asks you and you nod your head. “Go ahead, I won’t stop you, let go for me baby, come on, I know you can,” He stops for a moment as your body tenses and you cum all over his fingers. “That’s it, that’s my girl, look at you, making such a big mess for me, mmm so good for me, did so good for me, so proud of you.”

Your body jerks and your hips roll continuously as he doesn’t even let up just a little, wanting you to ride out your high but also wanting to get you to cum for him again.

“Nicholas, ‘s too much.” You mumble.

“I know, but you’re doing so well, come on, just a little more, cum for me one more time and I’ll stop okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe out, your body going a bit limp in his arms. He releases your hair and wraps his arm around you tightly to hold you up but to also toy with your nipples again making you cry out.

“You truly are so sensitive aren’t you, doll? Mmm don’t worry, soon enough I’ll have fully broken you and you’ll be begging me to keep going until you’re just a little fucked out mess for me huh?” His words make you clench around his fingers and he chuckles softly. “The thought of that turns you on doesn’t it? Being completely ruined by me?”

“Yes.” Your chest rises and falls rapidly and Nicholas smirks as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Such a naughty girl, I fucking love it.” He breathes out as he watches you squirm in his arms as you already become overstimulated. “You good?”

“I’m good.” You whine as you already feel your second orgasm building. “Promise.”

“That’s my girl, now come on, make another mess for me and I will stop okay? Just one more that’s all, I know you can do it, oh you’re so close already.” He whispers in your ear, and soon enough you finally cum again, your body wanting to slump into him but the way he was holding you made it hard and your legs were desperate to close but his strong legs kept them from doing so.

“Doing so well for me, fuck look at you, such a messy girl. You see that, see how soaked my fingers are? Hear how loud it is? All you baby, that’s all you.” Even though Nicholas had told you he would be done after you came a second time he wasn’t and he didn’t want to be. That night he made you cum four times total before he finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy making you whine a little but also thanking the universe that he was finally done. Your body was trembling, legs feeling like noodles, and your cheeks were covered in tears. He sucked his fingers clean before he wrapped his other arm around you and gently swayed your body as he held you tight.

“Fuck, did you know you look so fucking pretty when you cry, mmm it’s such a sight to see.” He breathes out, making you whine a little. “So fucking pretty baby.” He turns his head and presses kisses to your cheek, licking his lips after, getting the salty taste of your tears on his tongue driving him even more wild. Guess he unlocked another kink.

“Come on, doll let’s get you all cleaned up and cozy in bed.” Nicholas picks you up and carries you to your ensuite where he gently sets you down before he steps over to the tub and turns it on, knowing you would prefer that over standing in the shower. “Bubbles?”

“Yes.” You say softly and he grabs the bubble bath and pours a little in before he comes back over to you.

“You good?” He asked again.

“Yes I am.” You mumble.

“Good.” He kisses your forehead before turning the water off and helping you into the tub. You look up at him for a moment and he knows what you’re asking him. “Alright, I was just going to sit in here with you but okay.” He strips his clothes off before he climbs into the tub behind you where he takes the best care of you, washing your hair, gently washing your body and even giving you a small massage while he presses kisses all over. Once you’re both cleaned up he drains the water as he pulls you out and wraps you up in one of your fluffy towels before wrapping one around himself and picking you up once again to carry you to your bed. He helps you get cozy before he gets in the bed as well and holds you against him.

“Can we do that again?” You ask him softly.

“Now?” He teases, laughing as you shake your head a little rapidly. “I know what you mean, of course we can baby, just say the word.

“Will do.” You whisper, kissing his lips before snuggling into him even more as sleep slowly starts to consume you.

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers as he traces light circles on the part of your back that’s exposed.

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i-dared-myself · 9 hours ago

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Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hiii helloooooo 👋!! I know you didn’t even write this request yet 👉https://www.tumblr.com/i-dared-myself/773155354439778304/ BUT it inspired me to ask if you could do something similar but sorta like 'moments the 9th member questioned if her members were actually ✨️just friends✨️ of hers' or 'the members being too in love with her to be subtle and she questioning it all' ykwim??? 😋

The first instance in which you questioned your relationship with the other members was, unfortunately, on camera. It was to be edited before uploading, thank goodness, or else the shipping would have been off the charts.

The group had been given costumes for another one of the role-playing games, and everyone was arguing over who was to be which role.

“Obviously you’ll be the princess,” Jisung says as he hands you your dress. It’s big and poofy and a tiny piece of you is squealing that this is your childhood dream come true.

“Okay.” You accept the clothes and slip into a changing room. When you return, none of the others have gotten dressed yet. They’re still in normal clothes.

“I could totally take Jeongin in a fight,” Hyunjin exclaims, tossing his hip to the side.

Changbin gives him a skeptical look. “Still…”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Really? What about Chan? You think you could defeat him too?”

Hyunjin’s gaze flicks over the older man before he nods. “Yeah.”

Chan shakes his head and scoffs. “Just put the costume on. We need to hurry this up.”

Hyunjin groans, but obeys. He grabs one of the many sets of clothing and bustles off with it.

“Are you guys almost done yet?” you impatiently ask. “Hurry this up.”

Felix brightens. “Help us choose! Who should be the prince?”

You shrug and pull out your phone. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

You hear Seungmin mutter something before your chin is tilted up and away from your phone screen. You’re staring up at him, face burning as his tongue wets his lips.

“Help us decide?” His eyelids fluter almost all the way shut. “Please, princess?”

You regain your bearings and swat his hand away. You gather your skirts up and stomp away, sneering at him. The camera crew splits up so some of them follow you.

“What was that?” Jisung scowls at Seungmin. “You’re cheating.”

Seungmin’s shoulders shake as he laughs. He smiles enough that his lips lift up to show his gums, eyes wrinkling shut. “Maybe it wasn’t for the game. Maybe I did it for me.”

You choke on absolutely nothing and fumble with your phone. It drops and just before it hits the ground, Changbin scoops it up and presses it into your grip.

“Go get ready, okay?” He smiles gently. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

So you rush off to the set, sitting on the couch. It has been designed to look like a medieval castle, with a stone fireplace in the back.

Eventually the others file in, and you’re surprised at the costumes everyone has been forced into.

Chan appears to be dressed as a knight, although the chest plate is hanging at an odd angle. His eyebrows are pinched together slightly as he attempts to fix it.

Hyunjin is sporting a bright blue dress with more sparkles than yours. You’re instantly jealous, even more so when you notice his giant wings.

Changbin got the short stick. He’s dressed in a dragon onesie with the hood pulled up over his head.

Jisung sits next to you on the couch, a weird hat with a feather on it placed precariously on his head. He’s holding a strange instrument that resembles a guitar.

Minho has a wig on that flows down to his waist. His dress is a dark green and it’s rumbled near his shoulder from him constantly fiddling with it.

Jeongin is next to him, on a throne it seems. A crown sits atop his head as he adjusts his pants.

Felix sits at Minho and Jeongin’s feet, legs crossed beneath him. He has a smaller version of Jeongin’s crown and a tiny frown.

Seungmin has long black robes and a fake beard. He keeps tripping over the robes as he makes his way to his designated spot.

“Everyone’s here,” the manager says. “This is similar to the family video, but without the missions. Try to maintain your roles the whole time, but if anything happens we’ll just edit it out.”

“So we’re just chatting, in character?” Chan summarizes. When the manager nods, Chan smiles and faces the group. “Everyone introduce themselves!”

You slowly stand, smoothing out your dress. “I am the beautiful princess. I am the fairest in the land, well-known for my hotness.”

Seungmin strokes his beard, humming. “You’re lucky we don’t have any frogs.”

You stick your tongue out at him as you sit back down. Felix stands next, clearing his throat.

“I am Prince Felix!” he announces, spreading his arms dramatically. “Son of King Jeongin and Queen Minho! Fiancé to Princess-“

“Hold on,” you interrupt, making Jisung snicker. “When was that part of the characters?”

The staff all shrug and motion for Felix to continue.

Felix saunters over to you, kneeling and taking your hand. He raises the back of it to his lips, pressing the softest of kisses to it.

Then he looks up, and your breath catches at the intensity in his eyes.

“My son!” Minho snaps. “You little bastard, get over here!”

The staff wearily say a reminder to watch the language. But you know it will be edited out regardless.

“Who’s next?” Chan questions.

Jeongin gets to his feet and adjusts his crown. “I’m the king! I have announced his engagement to her, but um, I love harems. I’m still looking for my own if she-“

Minho slaps his arm, scowling. “And what about me, huh?”

Felix hides a laugh, ducking his head. “My father is trying to steal my fiancée!”

“Hey, maybe she’s into DILFs.” Seungmin shrugs. He clears his throat and deepens his voice in an imitation of a wizard. “I mean, maybe she’s down to fuck a daddy.”

The staff all facepalm and mutter out reminders to calm down a little.

“Wouldn’t that be me, then?” Chan lifts a hand into the air hesitantly. “I think I’m more daddy than Jeongin.”

“No. You’re the knight that swore to forever remain a virgin,” Jisung sternly says. “Stay in character!”

“When did I-“ Chan cuts himself off with a heavy sigh. “Fine. Whatever.

“Shut up, virgin boy!” Hyunjin waves his arms to get everyone attention. “What about me? Don’t I get a love interest? What if I run off with the princess? It could be so dramatic and scandalous and-“

“You can get the wizard.” Changbin points to Seungmin. “You both have magic.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and groans. “But I don’t want the old wizard!”

Felix gathers you in his arms, dipping you slightly. “Please don’t leave me for my father. Uh, he has herpes.”

Jeongin splutters out a protest. “I do not have herpes!”

“Maybe it’s from that harem you’re putting together,” Minho grumbles. His chin rests on his fist.

Felix falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around you. “Please! I can’t stand the humiliation!”

“Yes please,” Jisung randomly says from the back. When Chan narrows his eyes at him, Jisung’s face turns bright red.

“I think it would be even more scandalous if I ran off with the princess,” Minho chimes in. “Instead of evil step-mother, I’m the hot step-mom. Except not step-mom.”

“No,” Hyunjin immediately says. “It should be me since I’m supposed to get them their happily ever after. So it would be hilarious if she runs off into the sunset with me.”

“Or what if I don’t have an affair, and just marry the prince,” you suggest, much to Felix’s delight.

Seungmin considers it for a moment before snorting. “Nah. Boring.”

“I challenge thee!” Jisung shouts at Felix. “A duel to the death! For her hand in marriage!”

You’re still wondering what is going on, when you’re suddenly hoisted over Changbin’s head. Your skirts fall into his face.

“I am the evil dragon, here to kidnap the princess and keep her in my lair!” he cries. “None shall best me!”

Felix gasps and covers his mouth. “Someone kill him! He’s stealing my wife-to-be!”

Chan levels his sword (pool noodle) at the fearsome beast (Changbin). “I shall defeat him and regain your fiancée! For the low price of some gold and maybe her hand in marriage.”

Felix purses his lips before shrugging. “I can live with sharing. Do it!”

Changbin starts laughing maniacally and spins around to sprint away. Because he can’t see with your dress in the way, he promptly smacks into a wall and collapses on the ground.

Chan gently places his foot on Changbin’s back, lifting his weapon proudly in the air. “I did it!”

Half the staff have left at this point. The remaining ones seem to be on the verge of tears.

“What if we just all share.” Jisung looks to Felix with his suggestion. “We all marry the princess, and each other.”

Hyunjin wrinkles his nose. “I guess it’s okay.”

“Sure,” Felix relents.

“Let’s just scrap this whole idea actually,” the manager says. “Go home, everyone.”

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The second instance was, unfortunately, on stage.

You had been unaware of changes to the set, and when you were about to make your entrance, smoke machines were activated. You wander out from the cloud, joining the others on stage. You wheeze slightly, which causes Hyunjin to side-eye you.

“Seungmin,” you mutter from behind him as everyone takes their places for the first song.

“What?” He gets into the opening position.

“The smoke machine triggered my asthma and I don’t have my inhaler,” you say as you mimic his stance.

“Huh?” Seungmin stumbles over the first move as the song begins. Throughout the entirety of the song, you struggle to keep up. It’s difficult when your chest feels so tight.

Not to mention the lack of air.

When it finally finishes, you slump, hands on your knees as you gasp over and over again. Jeongin pats your back worriedly, looking to Chan for guidance. Seungmin whispers into Chan’s ear as Jisung and Minho distract the crowd off to the side.

“Inhaler?” Chan rushes to you. “You have asthma?”

“It’s no big deal.” You wave a hand before sucking in as deep a breath as you can. It comes out of you in a desperate cough. “It hasn’t been bad for a couple years so I just-“

“Save your air,” Chan cuts you off. He straightens and checks for a staff member. When he finds one who’s close enough to the stage, he motions them over.

They seem confused, but do approach.

“Take her backstage and get her a medic,” Chan orders. He lifts a finger to brandish at you. “And fucking stay there until we get back.”

You wince at his tone, but walk away. You go down the steps and shuffle backstage. The crowd roars in bewilderment, but Felix diverts their attention with his abs.

The rest of the show goes by without you. You have your phone to amuse you, but it doesn’t help with the nauseating ball of nerves in your stomach.

Chan seemed really mad. What if you got kicked out of the group for this? You missed a whole concert.

Finally, they come back to see you. You can’t tell what they’re saying, since they’re all talking at once.

Chan stands there with his arms crossed. You swallow as you glance up at him, twisting your hands anxiously.

“You never told me you have asthma,” he eventually says. The others stop their rambling so he can speak.

You blink last the tears threatening to form. “I’m sorry, I just- I get it if you want to kick me out now and- and-“

“Oh!” His eyes widen and he wraps his arms around you reassuringly. “No, that’s not what I meant. We were just worried, baby.”

“The whole show, all I could think about was you,” Changbin adds.

“When are you not thinking about her?” Seungmin mumbles.

You’re still just staring at them blankly, because Chan called you baby. Did it slip out? Is there meaning behind it?

“Honey?” Jeongin places his chin on your shoulder once Chan steps away. “How are you feeling?”

Is this a thing now? Are nicknames what everyone’s doing these days?

“Better,” you respond. You push past the thoughts swirling in your head. “It wasn’t bad enough that I almost died, but I’ll be feeling it for a couple days.”

“Where’s your inhaler, love?” Hyunjin questions, circling his thumb over the top of your hand.

Your brain short-circuits. “Uh. In- In the dorms. But it expired a year ago.”

“We’ll get you a new one tonight, doll,” Minho promises.

“Will you carry it around at all times, angel?” Changbin asks softly.

You manage to whisper out an affirmation, unsure of what’s going on.

“Good girl,” Felix remarks, slipping on his jacket.

“I’m gonna-“ you cough, “go wait in the van.”

Jisung flashes you a worried look. “We’ll be there after we change, sunshine.”

“We have our phones if you need us, darling.” Seungmin smiles fondly at you.

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And the third was, fortunately, alone. It was when you finally addressed everything, as well.

About a month after the concert, the nicknames were still a thing. They used your name in public, but anytime you were alone they refused.

It was always Hand me the butter, baby or Wanna go shopping, doll?

But what makes you snap is when you break your wrist. Not just the injury itself, but how they react.

You come out of a turn unbalanced and fall, landing on your hand. You yelp at the sudden throbbing pain in your wrist once, and then they rush you to the hospital.

You are put into a cast and sent home, loopy on pain medication. You had apparently broken your wrist, although you found it hard to believe. No matter how many times they showed you your X-ray, you couldn’t comprehend it.

Jeongin said that was the medication talking.

So you sit on the couch, staring at the cast. It’s a pale blue colour that’s frankly depressing.

“You ready for bed yet, angel?” Changbin asks gently. He rubs your shoulder soothingly.

“Not yet.” You look up from it to the television, watching whatever show Jisung had thrown on.

“I’ll wake you when it’s time for your next dose of pain killers, baby.” The bags under Chan’s eyes have never seemed larger. “How are you feeling now?”

“Good.” You lean back against the couch. You slide off it after a moment, resting on the floor. “Tired.”

“Then go sleep, doll,” Minho chides. He sighs and shakes his head. “Honestly…”

“Don’t wanna sleep,” you stubbornly say. You try to cross your arms to further prove your point, but whimper when you bend your arm the wrong way.

Seungmin jumps to attention and whips around. He eases your limbs down and squeezes your non-injured hand. “You need rest! Just go to bed, darling!”

“I can’t tie my hair back,” you mutter angrily. Your face heats at the admission. “So I’m just going to never sleep and that way I won’t have to deal with it.”

Hyunjin squints at you. “Yeah, she’s out of it.”

“I’ll tie it for you, honey,” Jeongin tells you. He arranges himself behind you, running his fingers through your hair. “Does anyone have a hair elastic?”

Felix peels one off his wrist and hands it over. He strokes his thumb over your cheek comfortingly. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need your inhaler? Are you good to sleep alone tonight?”

You nod, making Jeongin groan as he loses his progress. “I’m fine, Felix. Jeez…”

Chan’s tone sharpens. “Baby, is something wrong?”

“You guys have just been so weird lately,” you slur, the exhaustion from the day and the medication getting to you more then you’re trying to let on. “Pet names and acting all worried and shit.”

Jisung splutters. “No we’re not! We’re normal!”

Hyunjin shoots him a filthy look. “Ignore him.”

“In truth, we’ve realized something,” Changbin carefully says.

Seungmin rubs at his face. “I guess we’re doing this.”

You’re limp at the feeling of Jeongin toying with your hair. You can barely put the thoughts together to say, “Huh?”

“We like you.” Minho pauses the show you had forgotten about. He faces you, expression serious. “And we understand if you don’t want to date because we work together.”

“Or because there’s eight of us.” Jeongin chuckles.

You swallow and glance down at your lap. “It’s okay.”

Felix shifts. “Uh, okay then…”

You stare into nothing for a second before standing, your hair complete. You lean down to kiss Jeongin. “Goodnight.”

Jeongin blinks after you pull away. “Uh… Sweet dreams.”

So you kiss everyone goodnight before wandering up the stairs to bed. They all watch you go before Changbin sighs.

“She’s too tired and drugged up to realize we’re not actually dating yet, isn’t she.”

Jisung hums his agreement. “We’ll tell her in the morning.”

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spideysbruh · 2 days ago

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a/n- i would NEVER get my bf or gfs name tattooed on me… unless it was him.

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They’re watching a movie together when she brings it up, “Hey, Timothée.” She says, and his head turns from where it's her laying on her lap to look up at her.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna get your name tattooed on me.” She says, meeting his eyes, his eyebrows raise at her words.

“Really?” He smirks, she nods.

“Would you be okay with that?” She wonders, he quickly nods and sits up all the way.

“Can I ask why?”

She shrugs, “Cause I love you. I've got other tattoos, y'know. So what's one more?”

They’ve been together four years, she feels like that’s enough time to get his name on her forever. She knows that this is it for the both of them, all she’s waiting for now is a ring.

He laughs, “If you really, actually, deadass want to then, no bullshit, I'll pay for it.” He says enthusiastically.

“Really?!” She surprisedly asks, and he nods.

“It’s only fair, it’s my name on my girlfriend… and I can’t return the favor, but believe me, if i could baby… I would. Asap.” He answers, she smiles and leans forward to kiss him, “Actually, I probably would’ve done it already. Cause I love you so much.” He says against her lips, she giggles and presses her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck.

So that's how they ended up in a tattoo shop two weeks later, Timothée excitedly sitting next to her.

She's getting his name tattooed right underneath her collarbone in a cute cursive font that they both liked.

“Are you nervous?” He asks, holding her hand.

She shakes her head, “Not really, I just hope it doesn’t hurt too much here… and that it looks cute.”

Timothée chuckles and caresses her cheek as the tattoo artist preps her shoulder, “You’re adorable. It’s gonna look amazing, baby.”

The tattoo artist makes sure she likes the placement before she starts, Y/n grips Timothées hand whenever it stings a little too much. He admires how well she sits there, and can’t help but love that she’s doing this for him. He knew they were in love, but he didn’t think she would get this permanent thing for him.

It makes him happy knowing that other people will see this and know that it’s because she’s all his. Whenever they go on a red carpet together and she wears a strappy dress, his name will be visible for all to see. He smirks as he pictures people's reactions to it, will they be angry? or happy? Will they think it’s stupid???

Well, who gives a fuck what they think.

His thoughts are cut short by y/n staring at him, analyzing his face, “You okay?” she wonders, running her thumb across his hand, he nods and leans over to kiss her hand.

“Yeah, just thinking.” He smiles at her, “It looks really good.”

When the tattoo is finished, Y/n stands up and looks in the mirror, “Oh my god, I love it!” She squeals and turns to let Timothée get a good look, he leans forward and smirks.

“It looks amazing.” He grins, reaching out and pinching her cheek, “You look beautiful with it.”

She smiles and turns to at least tip the artist but Timothée stops her, “I got it, babe… Dune did well.”

She snorts, “Shut the fuck up.” he's been making that joke for weeks whenever they go anywhere.

She loves it though.

“I can't wait til you show it off.” He says as they walk out the shop hand in hand, he looks at the plastic now covering it as she looks up at him.

“Me either, it's so cute.” She giggles, running her thumb along his knuckles.

“I'm gonna find a way to repay you, baby.”

She laughs, “You don't have to repay me, babe. Our relationship is repayment enough.”

He smiles and kisses her head as they walk.

A few weeks later, Y/ns tattoo has healed and it looks great, she likes it a lot. She's been wearing tank tops whenever she goes out because she wants to show it off. Whenever Timothée is with her, his arm is always over her shoulder, subtly attempting to draw attention to her tattoo.

She tries not to look at what people are saying about it, but Timothée took a peek on twitter a couple of nights ago when she had already fallen asleep. The handful of tweets he saw were positive and excited about it, saying how cute they are. He smiled and shut his phone off, pulling Y/n closer to him before drifting off.

She's at home, working on her laptop when Timothée lets himself in (he has his own set of keys) and kisses her cheek before he sits next to her at the table.

“Hi, my love.” He mumbles, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Hi, baby.” She smiles, reaching down with her free hand and intertwining their fingers, “Give me one second babe, I'll be done in a bit.”

“No rush, honey.” He sighs, closing his eyes and sitting patiently as she finishes.

She closes her laptop a few minutes later and looks down at him, his eyes shut as he quietly breathes.

She smiles, “What a nice surprise, baby! You okay?”

He nods and picks his head up, smiling and gently kissing her lips. “Yeah, just wanted to see you today.”

She nods and gets up to get him something to eat, he closely follows her, opening his mouth to say something and then stopping.

“What's up, babe?” She giggles, he shrugs and pins her against the counter, connecting their lips once again.

“I love you.” He mumbles before kissing her again, brushing his tongue along her lips.

She hums and parts her lips to let his tongue in, caressing his face in her hands. He sighs harshly against her mouth, “I did something.”

She opens her eyes and laughs, “What'd you do, baby?”

“I got a chain.” He says simply, she chuckles and raises an eyebrow. She doesn't think this is extraordinarily groundbreaking news.

“That's cool, babe. You wearing it?” She wonders, moving her hands to his neck to feel for it. He steps back, letting her hands slide over to his chest, the chain hides under his shirt, and she sees an indent poking through it and smirks.

“Yeah, I'm wearing it.” He replies softly, “You wanna see it?”

She nods and his hands move to pull the chain out.

She gasps as she sees that the silver chain has her name at the end of it in the same font as her tattoo.

“No way!” She giggles, running her fingers along her name, “You gonna wear it 24/7?” She teases, her fingers moving up to his neck, across his birthmarks. She smiles at the marks and meets his eyes.

He nods, “Mhm. For you. For me. I love you so fucking much. Seeing that tattoo on you every day is a dream. To know you're mine. I'm yours too, baby. All fucking yours.”

She smiles and admires the chain, she imagines him walking around with her name across his chest for everyone to see.

Timothée eyes her, “Do you like it?” He timidly asks, looking down at his feet.

Y/n tuts and moves her head to make eye contact with him, “Timothée… I fucking love it. Now we're matching.” She giggles and leans up to kiss him. He grins and attacks her face with little kisses.

“I'm so obsessed with you, baby.”

She feels herself heat up at his words, a shy smile gracing her face as he kisses her cheek.

“I love you.” She sighs, holding onto the chain, its coldness somehow soothing her fingers.

Timothée smiles and kisses her lips again, lifting her onto the counter and going to make out with her again.

At his next red carpet event, Timothée keeps the chain on and insists that Y/n joins him on the carpet. She was hesitant but agreed because he pulled out the cutest face as he begged, the one that almost always gets him whatever he wants from her.

“You’re a piece of shit.” She had joked as he celebrated in their car on the way.

“Yeah yeah, you always remind me.” He teased, reaching for her hand as the car pulled up to the entrance, a crowd of fans waiting to catch a glimpse of all the celebrities attending.

She takes his hand and he squeezes it for a second, “Please don’t let go of my hand.” He says before opening the door to constant flashes. All of them capturing his chain and his wide smile as he's holding onto her hand.

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jujuonthatkaisen · 13 hours ago

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Boyfriend Gojo Imagines pt. 2 (18+) !!

WARNING; mentions of implied future death and rough intercourse Minors DO NOT interact. please forgive me for any typo's I simply refuse to re read this :D

safe for all genders.

Beyond Stubborn. At times you literally can't convince him to even try to see things in a different light. After all, he has always been the most powerful in the room, so why should he? This is a battle you feel you’ll fight forever. If Gojo says something is blue while it's really red, now it is blue.

He can be manipulative. Gojo, with his ego in the heavens, cannot stand to see something not go his way. It pains him more than he will show or tell anyone. He does not even mean to act this way with a malicious intent, it simply punches him in the gut when something is out of his control. He is the strongest, everything should be in his control.

There are times when Gojo tells you not to leave the house today due to a strong curse present in your area. You even so much as attempt to walk to the local coffee shop, and he will be flying to your exact coordinates in under 3 seconds.

Gojo can be slightly jealous. He has never fully blown up at you about…anything really, but he still can become pissy when he feels that he is not getting an adequate amount of your attention. Whiny Satoru will show up out of nowhere and you will quickly realize that he’s actually just being too stubborn to say that he wants a backrub.

Doesn’t like when you spend more time with your friends than him. He will tell you this point blank period and you will ultimately have to break his heart by informing him that you DO in fact have a social life outside of him.

His height can really get in the way of you two kissing or showing affection of any sort. He’s convinced that his back will give out when he’s 87 due to bending over to kiss you too much…if he’s lucky enough to reach that age.

He has to lather on sunscreen every morning in the summer. Sometimes he walks out of the house looking like a greased pig, but somehow still beautiful? It’s so unfair.

His scalp will be the first thing to burn if he is not wearing a hat and it's a sunny day. It is honestly kind of cute to see pink skin clashing with the bright white of his hair.

He is a big cusser, he’s not always loud and brash about it, but it can be jarring and surprising at moments.

He is whiny. He never fails to find what he doesn’t like before he can point out what he likes. This is like a double-edged sword in your relationship.

He can be overwhelming in the bedroom. He is used to his strength and agility, but when he’s really found his pace in you…nevertheless you absolutely need a safe word or to pinch his elbow

He thinks his dick is a gift to the world, just like the rest of his body naturally, and he would like to be shown that you hold this same belief.

He likes to get head for hours at times, only if he’s really in the mood though. It’s not an every occasion thing, but when it is, it IS.

Gojo is a biter, and can mostly restrain himself from really bruising you up, but sometimes his urges get the better of him and he leaves a dark blue mouth sized bruise across your neck.

He likes to pin you down and feel you practically go limp under him, he will ask for a sign that you are okay though, whether it's him whispering an “are you good?” in your ear or kissing your temple and waiting for some movement from you, Gojo will always do his best to make sure you are comfortable in his bedroom with him. He can’t imagine ever losing you. Let alone losing you because he was too selfish and dominant.

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justv0id · 2 days ago

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DP+HEADCANONS

I was browsing through some posts when I found this picrew and thought "Hey, I really like Vall's DC headcanons (or at least Batfamily's), so why don't I make a Danny Phantom headcanons post to match?"

So here we are.

To begin with, let's establish the Everlasting Trio because there's no way, very iconic and wonderful together, and a pinch of Ghost King/Prince Danny.

With this, I like to think that, cuz they're always so close to Danny, before and after the right to the throne, Sam and Tucker, being exposed to the strooong ectoplasm he emits, would become even more liminal than the others Amity Parkers, this with the help of Tucker being the reincarnation of Duulaman and Sam being the heir to Undergrowth (I feel disgusted every time I remember what he did to her in the episode, cuz, personal trauma, so I refuse to accept this canon and that's why in my head he was actually pampering her the whole time to be able to convince her to be his daughter).

Because of this liminality and Danny's strong ectoplasm, they would develop powers and/or the powers they kind of already have of their own would become stronger.

I like to think that with this their appearance would change a little, Danny by the power of Ghost King/Prince and Sam and Tucker by liminality, just some subtle changes but they are noticeable, like for example, pointy ears! (I love the "Danny the elf" thing and yes, I'm going to drag Sam and Tucker into this, nothing will stop me! Except Vall definitely maybe- BUT- but, he likes it too so it's okay).

So, like, I don't think it will change much whether the DP and DC universes are the same or not in your view, but they could be considered metas or aliens or magical creatures(?) to someone outside, it depends a lot on their aura I think.

And you know, as much as I may love the concept of Jack and Maddie "giving up" on their obsession for their son, their beloved child and becoming/triyng to be better parents, I'm kind of corrupted already, you know?

The bad reveal is a classic in this fandom already and sometimes I even find myself like " 🤡🤨😒" when I go to read a fic and it has the tag "Good Reveal" or "Good Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton" which is honestly kinda VERY CONCERNING if you think about it-

But anyway, if there is revelation, it's bad, very bad, vivissection and all.

Also as much as I like a redeemed Vlad, I also like to see him have all the shit he put Danny through come back to him. You know, IT IS CALLED KARMA, YOU BITCH!

Ahem ahem, pardon :)

But for Dan case, oh my boy, I want him to have redemption, I want him to cling to this little drop of a person that is Dani and to do therapy with Jazz. Besides the sparrings with Danny, obviously.

Coming back now, where am I going with this? Bad Revelation, Revenge on Vlad and Dan redeemed? Of course it's the crossover part!

Anyway, then, a mentally exhausted Danny from school fights Vlad, but thanks to the new strength that comes with the right to the ghost throne and Sam and Tucker's new powers (Which I think everyone agrees that for Sam it's like Poison Ivy-style power but to a greater degree not only affecting plants but animals as well, and for Tucker being powers based on those Pharaoh and mummies stuff and such and the classic technokinesis!) he FINALLY manages to trap Vlad in the Thermos, Tucker quickly seals this blessed Thermo in the base of welding and then Danny throws it in Walker's prison.

And then, now tired mentally and physically, he goes home, but oops! he didn't pay attention because of tiredness and got caught in the middle of transformation! And then the basic chase before he is captured and imprisoned in the lab.

But gosh, just his torture (which lasts a long time because Jazz is out busy with... eh, I don't know, and Sam and Tucker are worried and looking, but they are a little far away) wasn't enough, they caught Dani, and he started to despair, because there's no way he's going to let dad and mom Jack and Maddie touch his daughter little sister, but he can't move, can't do anything, and then they catch Dan, and Danny still can't do anything to help them, trying to draw attention to himself doesn't work (Hehe classic angst my dears).

Dani and Dan are so badly hurt by the Fenton doctors that they retreat into the cores, but since the cores are practically indestructible, and the Fentons have never even come close to studying one, their weapons don't work and don't hurt them. So the attendant is back with Danny.

But then Jazz, Tucker and Sam break into the lab to rescue the three Dannies, barely getting out while Jazz stays to slow them down. Some time ago, they managed to close the portal that was in the Fentons' basement and prevent it from working again, so Sam and Tucker have to race with the Dannies to Vlad's portal (I don't remember exactly what happened when he became president of Amity Park, but I'm going to say that he moved the portal to the city with him for pure plot convenience) but when they are about to go through, the doctors arrive, and then there is a small conflict until Jazz manages to push the trio into the portal and destroys it, but in an inadequate way, thus also destroying their home dimension (Yey more angst)

Sam and Tucker then go to CW to seek help. He cures Danny, or at least about 60% because he says he needs to cure the rest himself for his own good, and that unfortunately Dani and Dan won't be able to leave their cores anytime soon if they aren't incubated. So, stop! Danny is pregnant and then CW puts them in the DC universe, it can be in Gotham or anywhere else they want, it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that now they will live there together.

And that's where that Picrew I mentioned comes in, since I made the appearances of the Everlasting Trio+Twins Dani and Dan+Surprise for an AU like this.

For me, they arrived in Gotham right around the time Bruce was starting to come out as Batman or when Jason was Robin, I can't decide. But anyway, the fact is, they are in a new universe with Danny at his literal 60% carrying two cores with him, so when they discover more about this world a little with their powers, they decide to be discreet, and even with that, they also let themselves be registered as metahumans to avoid problems if they use their powers, but of course in the records the written powers are much simpler and weaker than the real thing.

Anyway, I think they would all work at WE but in different sectors (obviously), or have independent or simple businesses or something like that.

Now let's move on to appearances!

first of all, Daniel James Shade "Danny" Fenton Nightgale

Here as you can see, Danny has a lighter eye because of the incident, if there was an option for a lightning scar in the picrew I would also put it, this lighter eye of his only has about 75% of the vision.

You have to wear a single lens in that eye, he may not wear it, but it is inconvenient most of the time.

His hair is longer, and yes, I gave him the anime dead mom hairstyle, sue me. His hair used to be black, but over time, because of his great power, and the fact that his ghostly side is bleeding into his human form, his hair has turned about 70 to 80% white. Sam and Tucker like it, Sam says it's cool and Tucker says he remembers some anime character but can't remember who (😉)

The necklace and earring are a set he has with Sam and Tucker.

Piercing just because.

Makeup done by Sam, but is learning.

He also renounces his birth middle and surname, changing them as soon as he could. He only doesn't change his name because he got used to it (of course he did) and cause he learned from Jazz that she was the one who suggested his name.

Nightgale is a name that the Trio invented together and use, so as not to get too big with the three two surnames together.

He is called "Mama" by the children. And "D" and "Darling" by Sam and Tucker.

He/them

Samantha Ingrid "Sam" Nightgale

As I said, necklace and earrings are a set.

Piercing just because.

She dyed her hair completely purple, but after a while the liminal side of her powers also bled into her form, so now there's green in it, Danny likes it and says it's pretty, Tucker likes it too, but he also calls her eggplantie cuz of it tho-

And as always, she is gothic, and now, she does makeup for others with the help of [surprise, wait a little longer]

She is called "Mom" by the children. And "Sammy" and "Honey" by Tucker and Danny.

She/her

Tucker Rick "Tuk" Nightgale

Braided and colored hair, Sam did the braids and Danny helped pick the color.

Piercing just because.

Again, the necklace and the earrings are a set.

I made up the middle name because I couldn't find it anywhere.

Now he wears lenses more regularly than glasses.

Makeup done with Sam's help, he knows how to do it himself but normally when he makes lines like that he can't replicate them, but Sam can.

He is called "Dad" by the children. And "Tuk" and "Babe" by Sam and Danny.

He/him

Dante Ruth "Dan" Nightgale

Because he was incubated by Danny, he was born with white hair.

He has no memories of before, but he vaguely has some deja vus, his personality remains practically 98% the same.

He is quite influenced by Sam, that's why he dyed his hair her colors.

Piercing just because.

He still has a clear eye with 75% vision because it is a mark on his and Danny's core from the incident.

He helps Sam with the makeup with [surprise, wait just a little longer]

Glasses because you don't really like the idea of using a single lens on your eye, so you prefer glasses with two lenses of different degrees, it's more comfortable.

He is called "Dan", "Dandan" and "Dear". And also "Big brother" and "Bro".

He/him

Eleanor Dawn "Ellie" Nightgale

No problem with the eye because was born a halfa even though she was a clone cuz she didn't had to die and revive to, so there is no mark on the core.

Born with white hair because she was incubated by Danny.

Like Dan, he has no exact memories of the past, just deja vus, and his personality has remained largely intact.

He is more influenced by Tucker, so he dyed his hair his color.

Piercing just because.

They wears sunglasses almost all the time, even at night, because 1) she likes them, 2) he feels cool, 3) they wanna have something in common with Dante.

Makeup done by Dan.

When it's "she" she goes by the nickname "Ellie", when it's "he or they" he goes by the nicknames "Dawn" and "Noir", Dawn more commonly, but Noir is when he's with Dan, so as not to confuse the two. But she is also nicknamed "Little sister", "Big sister" and "Sis". And "Muffin".

She/him/they

And finally....THE SURPRISE!

Jordan Ezra Mary "Ez" Nightgale

They was born from Sam, and just biologically speaking, the father is Tucker.

But

They are more influenced by Danny :)

Heterochromia because I want.

There's no way he could remember before since she didn't even exist, but she likes the stories of her dad, mom and mama's chaotic adolescence.

Piercing just because.

They dyed their hair pink because they really likes the color very much.

Glasses because they inherited the short-sighted from Tucker and doesn't like contact lenses very much.

Do the makeup with Sam and Dan to the others.

She is called "Ez" and "Ezzie", and also "Little Sister" and "Sis". And "Sweetheart".

They/her

And that's it! I chose for the Trio to arrive between Batman's first year and Robin's time! Jason so that the children would already be born when Damian's time as Robin arrived cuz of shenanigans. :D

Like, just imagine if Ezra becomes friends with Damian, to the point of knowing about his family's night business, or already knows. And then some typical problem happened with a being from another dimension and when Dami vents to them, Ez is like "Oh my daddy can help you!"

And instead of them bringing a sorcerer or warlock or wizard like everyone thought it would be, Ezra brings the FUCKING DAMN HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS.

@valletydarwin here, a gift, ya can name the AU 🖤��

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esquilone · 3 days ago

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❤︎ Between sheets of fire

RDR2 | Micah Bell X Female Reader

❤︎ Summary: You and Micah are fathers, but lately you've both been getting annoyed with each other, and Micah being the proud man that he is; he's not the type to apologize directly. Until he finds you in your nightgown in yours bed...

❤︎ Classification: explicit adult content, fluffy, mentions of pregnancy, the reader's hurt feelings towards Micah, breast milk, finger masturbation, etc.

Possible accidental spelling mistakes, as English is not my first language so I don't have much experience!

Morning

It was a muggy morning, the sun was already high in the sky, the sharp wind was caressing the trees outside the window, making them sway with the force of a light morning gale, but the problem was something else; the deafening silence inside the house seemed as suffocating as the tension between the two of you. The wooden walls of the house, once welcoming, were now impregnated with a tension between the two of you that dragged on and on. You, in front of the kitchen sink, washed the dishes and smelled the coffee brewing in the bule while Micah, standing by the window, watched the distant countryside. His broad shoulders were tense, which you were able to interpret very well: he was furious, you knew your husband well enough, but he didn't want to admit it.

The reason for the fight? The baby, of course, but not just him. Micah had been as impetuous as ever in his stance as an indomitable knight. He'd been out drinking, riding and smoking for days and the main thing? Bounty hunting to ward off the desire to shoot someone and take out the frustrations of broken pride, while you, alone at home, dealt with the demands of being a mother. When he came back, he was prouder than ever, taking pride in the way he still shot well and headhunted bounties so well, as if absence had been a favor to his freedom. "I needed the hunting, the space. You should understand," he had said, with a harsh arrogance that overflowed. But you didn't understand. No longer, you had let go of all your past interests. Your son was at home, and you were no longer just the wife of the head of the Bell family, who had his own gang in the past; not now, you were mommy.

"Why the hell are you still angry and ill-bred? Why are you just so grumpy? Hm?" He asks you disdainfully, but you don't give in and continue washing the dishes, he pinches your bottom with his fingers, making you startle and move away in denial of his provocations. What you realize makes his smile drop, okay, that's a good start, point for you. But it was obvious that it would turn sour faster than milk on a hot day, overnight.

"See? That's why no one likes you, right?" he spat with annoyance and his bad mood, "Don't test me again." He threw it in the air and left.

The argument was inevitable, harsh. He couldn't see your side, in fact he didn't want to be contradicted and didn't like to see that you didn't play his games, and you... well, you didn't know what to expect anymore. So all you could do was ignore him, try to calm the rage that was growing inside you, and avoid smashing a clay jug over his head if he continued to harass you. When he, with his harsh tone, asked if you were still angry, you just snorted, without a single word. The door of the house slammed hard behind you, and you stood there, feeling the weight of the anger and frustration of it all.

Days later:

It was late afternoon in the cold autumn, you were finishing your household chores in the small cottage, with the cold wind blowing outside at the half-open windows, but the heat from the fireplace still doing its job of warming the interior of the room. The smell of burning wood mingled with the aroma of bean soup simmering in an iron pot on the stove. Her fingers were reddened from the constant work with soap and water, and her back was beginning to ache from bending over, scrubbing and cleaning. With motherhood you knew that the day never really ended, there was always something more to do, whether it was sweeping the floor, washing the bed linen or putting the house in order. But now, after you'd managed to finish the chores and breastfeed your son, he was finally asleep in his crib and you'd done everything. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion.

With a deep sigh, you moved away from the wooden table where you were cleaning the utensils. The room now looked simple but cozy. The wooden floor had been swept, and the furniture, made of rough wood, was in good condition and organized, despite being worn down by time. You made your way to the bedroom. At the end of the room, an iron basin filled with warm water awaited you, one of the few luxuries you were allowed, since there was a river with clear, clean water nearby. The water wasn't abundant, but you had managed to heat enough for a quick shower, which was only a small relief. You undressed behind the screen, threw your clothes in the hamper and went to get cleaned up.

You took the linen towel, already yellowed by years of use, and, with quick gestures, dried yourself. The ritual was simple: wash your face, hands and body quickly, because the hot water would soon cool down and the time it would take to heat up more water would wear you out. After washing up, you put on a cream silk nightgown with lace trim, whether you liked it or not, it was the thinnest and shortest nightgown you could get and it was still Micah's favorite. The movement was repetitive, automatic, while your thoughts revolved around Micah, or rather, the 'lack' of him. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and you knew it wouldn't be the last. . Your stress was there again, although still stored and boiling inside, growing inside you like a weight, a hurt that he was so difficult to understand and talk to, Micah wasn't the feeling type, but you were still angry and nothing could change that at the moment. With your hair now brushed, you closed the curtains on the windows and lit the wax candles on the bedside table. The soft light illuminated the room, making it slightly more pleasant, but you still missed it. You lay on the bed, hugging the pillow, your mind still heavy. Your eyes were fixed on the wall in front of you, your thoughts lost in the darkness. You were too tired to cry or complain, you just wanted to fall asleep and not wake up so soon.

(…)

Opening your eyes in the middle of the night, still dazed, now with the sound of hooves waking you up, you were lying in bed, under the thick blankets, the heat inside the room and the blankets still enveloping your skin. The contrast between the cold outside and the heat of the moment made the scene in the house more evident. The warmth of the room seemed to intensify the proximity between cold and heat. You considered getting out of bed and going to check if it was really Micah, but as soon as you felt the slight chill in the air, you gave up and went back under the covers again. Just pretend to be asleep or ignore him.

Micah approached the hut still riding, the soft light of the lamp in his hand partially illuminating the darkness as he pulled on the reins, leading Baylock into the small paddock. Baylock neighed softly, uncomfortable with the silence of the night. He dismounted his horse with a sudden movement, the stirrups creaking. Without haste, he tied him to the paddock, the sound of the ropes stretching and the saddle being removed echoing in the stillness. Baylock snorted one last time, shaking his head, before settling down in the darkness.

He walked towards the stairs, up the porch steps with heavy steps, his leather boots tapping on the wooden treads, leaving dirt and dust marks from the path he had traveled. He swung the lamp with his right hand, the flame dancing to the rhythm of the cold night wind. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment and, with a sigh, tapped his boots on the floor, as if to rid himself of any trace of dirt from the world outside.

He kept his heavy feet against the threshold, taking off his boots one by one, and put them aside without haste. With a final movement, he pushed the door open with his shoulder and entered, his steps now slower, as if the weight of the day was weighing more heavily on him than before, the lamp casting faint shadows on the wood of the floor. The night outside was distant now, replaced by the stillness and warmth of the hut. The heat from the fireplace still burned, trying to warm his skin, but his pride seemed colder than any wind outside.

The door creaked slightly as Micah entered, his footsteps echoing in the room. He didn't say anything, but the sound of heavy boots and the creak of hunting gear on his belt made it clear that he had just returned from another of his endless days away. The thud of boot leather being slammed against the front door and the sound of guns being carefully put away were as familiar as the grumbles he made when he got home.

You could tell now; it was really him who had arrived, you could hear his heavy footsteps in the other rooms finishing something, anyway; you didn't care either. He entered the room, pushing open the door as he finished putting his own suspenders away, sat on the bed as he took the objects off the bedside table and put them in the drawer, now putting his pistol on and lighting a new candle on the cabinet to replace the previous ones, now dimmed, feeling the softness of the mattress, and then, you could feel his head turning over his shoulder, watching you with his eyes, with a wry smile, he commented, looking at the fabric of your nightgown:

"you are warming yourself here, then? Or do you just want to tease me with that lace camisole?" The teasing was there, as always, but something in his tone revealed a vulnerability that he was trying to hide. He was well aware of the situation between you, Micah has many layers of pride and peeling them back isn't so easy

but sometimes he allows you to make him spit that pride and anger out, he probably knows you're awake and wouldn't give in. You didn't answer straight away, still with your back to him, your face turned towards the pillow, as if looking for the answer in your own thoughts was easier than talking to him.

He was visibly irritated, with frowning eyebrows and a slight tremor in his hands, perhaps more from anger than frustration at not having been able to provoke a reaction from you, his penetrating gaze fixed on your shrunken figure with your back to the wall on the other side, dead with your back to him. The silence between him and you remained heavy and the tension almost palpable.

Micah stretched lazily, leaning back on the bed. His thoughts were muddled, but his voice, as it merged with the sound of the crackling fire, seemed softer. The house was still deafeningly quiet from the tension still lingering in the night. The fire in the fireplace crackled softly, and the candles on the oak table cast dancing shadows on the walls. You didn't dare say a word as you lay in bed, hugging your pillow, your face turned to the side, as if the simple act of not looking at him was a form of punishment. The weight of your feelings, still on the boil, seemed to choke the breath out of you.

Micah, with the elegance of a mischievous feline, stretched out on the bed, now sitting a few centimeters closer to you. He stood with his back to you, but not before glancing again at what you were wearing - that same cream lace camisole, light and delicate, that he had always commented on liking. His eyes, imposing and implacable, shone with a mixture of desire and disdain, an almost instinctive reaction.

"You're not asleep, then?" He grimaced, arching an eyebrow with a mischievous smile, and clucked his tongue. "Or are you ignoring me once again?"

with his shoulders tense and his eyes focused on the floor. He knew he'd done the wrong thing, but it wasn't easy to admit it. It never was. Your pride, always as sharp as a blade or as venomous as a snake, prevents you from apologizing as easily as you deserve. However, the heavy atmosphere in the house couldn't be ignored. The silence between you outweighed any quarrel, and he was really getting disturbed by it.

He closed his eyes, huffing in frustration, took a deep breath and, in a low, slurred, almost hesitant voice, said: "I... I know I screwed up. I'm not one for apologizing, you know that yourself." He looked away, his fingers restlessly tapping his own knee, as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.

His posture remained firm, but there was something in his voice that betrayed a deep discomfort, that Micah stubbornness. He didn't know how to deal with it, with this need to expose himself, to let it be known that, yes, he felt it too. He hesitated, as if each word were a weight. But he knew he had to speak. He had to make it clear that he was recognizing what he had done wrong, breaking down that barrier, even if his pride wanted to tear him to shreds.

You listened to him, silently, your eyes softer now. Micah moved towards you on the mattress, crawling, his shaky hand reaching up to your hair, pulling a few strands from your neck. He ran it gently between his fingers, tucking it behind your ear, trying to convey, through the gesture, something that words couldn't express; when he didn't say anything, he was touching you, a way of trying to appease his mistakes.

The touch on his hair was gentle, almost as if he was trying to communicate what he didn't know how to say. You could feel it; feel the sincerity in this unusual little gesture coming from him, Micah is not a "romantic" kind of man.

he let his own pride and stubbornness get away from him.

You looked at him, the silence between you fading, and without needing to say much, you just came closer. The longing for the hug, for the contact that was missing, took over you. Micah pulled you closer, with firm arms, but now without the hardness of before. He was there, trying, and that was slightly pathetic to you, but you liked it even though you denied that you didn't want him close.

The hug was affectionately exaggerated, he still liked to make fun of the two of you in situations like this, but he was still and silent, and you let yourself be carried away by the feeling of finally being less upset. Micah behind you, next to you on the bed, the room quiet and silent except for the soft sound of his breathing and the breeze coming in through the window. He stares at you for a moment, the outline of your body illuminated by the soft moonlight spilling through the window. You're already lying on your back, and he approaches you as gently as ever. With a careful movement, he wraps an arm around your waist and presses your body against his in a gentle but protective and territorial way.

He nestles his face into the back of your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin and the soft scent of your hair. The pressure of your embrace is firm, but not suffocating — it's the kind of hug that conveys the necessary longing for him. His fingers slide lightly around your waist, in a gesture of affection, and he takes a deep breath, as if he were completely closing in on himself at that moment. Your heart skipped a few beats, you hadn't let him touch you in the last few months, you were so absorbed in tasks and stress that you fell asleep first to avoid him inside the house, good months without feeling your bodies.

It's obvious that Micah grumbled when, months after you'd recovered from childbirth and the complications, you denied him because you were bored-which also made him grumpy, almost every time of the week he wanted to pin you down in the corners of the house or in the kitchen sink when you were washing dishes, and....STOP IT! You wondered about the erotic thoughts floating around in your head.

just forgive him and go to sleep.

I'm not like that. I'm not one to forgive easily. He needs to learn. He has to learn that he can't do this and expect everything to go back to normal. You thought in your mind.

But then something inside you broke. His coldness, his grumpiness, everything that always seemed to push you away, was now there, in front of you, so... human. He was trying and, as much as you didn't want to admit it, that meant something. It was a change you didn't want, but knew you needed to see. At least so you wouldn't regret it later.

You took a deep breath and, as you let it out, the weight on your back seemed to lessen. Slowly, you approached him, your gaze still steady, but your voice softer than you would have liked:

"This time... I forgive you, Micah. But only this once. But you have to do what you have to do," you gave him a threatening look. He only smiled with a drawn-out laugh.

His eyes shone with a mixture of pleasure and control. He slid his face down to your shoulder, nibbling on it, kissing your neck.

He leans forward, almost touching your ear, his voice soft but slurred with pleasure. Micah slides his hand up to your face, his fingers pressing into your chin, forcing you to feel his dominating presence. He moves even closer, the heat of his body almost overwhelming.

- "I know... I know you could. I'll do anything you want, anything you need. Now, thank you, my little doll... such a good girl for forgiving me." He smiled, his breath warm on your ear. His scent was like a mixture of strong tobacco, woody whisky, leather and a primal hint of musk. It's intense, borne of someone who liked danger and something irresistibly attractive, as if he were a fire about to consume everything around him.

You felt the inside between your legs stir, taking a deep breath to prevent yourself from making any suspicious sounds. You stiffened a little when he pressed his calloused hands to your sides, your breathing making a strange mixture of hitching and quickening at the same time. "Relax, doll." His chin rests on your shoulder and he whispers to you softly, trying to keep you relaxed for him. All the while his hands were running over your abdomen and waist, waiting patiently for you to fall asleep or tell him to leave. But you chose to go with the first option.

You were about to close your eyes, until, just as you were about to fall asleep, something strange caught your attention. Something… between your legs. When you moved slightly to adjust yourself, you realized that Micah's knee was there, wedged between your legs.

You didn't know if he had done it on purpose or not, but when you noticed it clearly, feeling it, a heat rose on your skin. At first, you tried to ignore it, not finding it so strange, in fact, when you slept together he did that to pull you closer.

but soon the movement was repeated. Micah moved his knee slowly, fitting it more and more between your thighs, as if trying to warm you up, but you couldn't help but notice how flaming the touch was. The seemingly perverse gesture, typical of him, however, was starting to make you excited, you weren't sure, you could barely reason, the force with which he was rubbing, moving your folds and intimacy.

“Micah…” you tried to say, your voice weaker and muffled than you intended. But he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to you. His eyes were closed, or at least he was pretending to be. His knee was moving even more provocatively now, putting a little pressure on his casual, almost disinterested tone, but you could hear a slight smile in his voice.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling too tight there?”

He feigned concern “-or… is something bothering you, hmm?” You could feel the humor on the tip of his tongue.

"Relax, woman. I'm just trying not to freeze to death... and you're a furnace, very warm, you know?" He kept his knee in the same place, moving faster, one of his hands going under you on the mattress, reaching your shoulder, his hands going up to your breasts.

You bit your lip, trying not to give in to the sensation of pleasure and warmth that was growing inside you. "You…are...What do you think you're doing?!" The question came out weaker than you would have liked. Micah didn't answer. Instead, he moved his knee once more, now more slowly, forcing his body to move to accommodate the touch. He seemed to expect your reaction, as if he was enjoying the effect he was having.

You felt your throat close and you could feel his hands opening the first buttons on the front of your nightgown. The way he flicked his knee continued, provocatively making you roll your eyes for a few seconds, testing your limits. And the worst part? He knew the effect he was having even though you were still annoyed, but he still carried on, as if he was having fun with it.

You stopped thinking when his hands finished unbuttoning the fabric over your breasts, calloused hands reaching brazenly up and squeezing and massaging them slowly, you choked on the touch, the nipples hardening in the early dawn air. But he just laughed again, a soft laugh, kissing the back of your neck and continuing to massage them, now twirling his thumb around your nipples. You just squirmed without being able to deny it, your mind so focused on his fingers that you didn't even notice his other hand sliding down and pulling at your underwear, with the same hand he slowly arched one of your legs, lowering his hand to your insides, now already needy, clenching around nothing.

"Oh ho...were you ready, dear? Why didn't you tell me? I would have...hurried." he says, a low laugh resonating in his voice, as if he's having fun with some kind of secret plan. You just moan, squeezing your thighs together as you feel his fingers foaming with your wetness and then laying into your folds, his middle finger penetrating and making you arch up and sigh, which made your breath engage, your legs shaking with stimulation, pain and excitement.

Micah presses his fingers against your lips more firmly, then, tilting his head slightly to the side, he makes a soft but clear sound - a "shhh" that seems to reverberate in the darkness. He moves even closer to you, his warm, controlled breathing almost blending in with the sound of the chaos outside.

With almost predatory speed, his large, icy fingers press against your lips, slamming your mouth firmly shut. The touch is unexpected, but effective at silencing.

"Shhh..." He leans close to your ear, his voice whispering with intensity, low, almost like a command, the tone allowing no questions. The closeness of his body warms you even more from the lack of warmth in the room.

You try to murmur, but all that comes out is a muffled hum, like a wordless "mmmmm...", the muted sound being crushed by the pressure of his hand.

His fingers slipping in and out, the knot in your abdomen forming as you sighed harder. Long enough for you to be trapped in that hazy stage of the mind where you only felt him enter you, just like that. The sound of a needy moan resonated in your chest, his dick pulsing inside you.

"Mmmm.....yeah, good," he growled in your ear, thrusting his pelvis against you, both of you shuddering with pleasure."Hehe... you're still the same as you were that night years ago..... perfect; perfectly made for me, huh? Don't you agree?"

"S-Shut up!" you scolded, looking at him over your shoulder. He kept hitting that spot on you again and again while moving with slow vigor. And as he pushed you to the top of that sea wall. Still, he didn't give in, his hand finding your throat again, forcing your head back as he descended into your mouth. Until your eyes rolled and rolled behind your head, and a wave of pleasure exploded through you, your mouths colliding in a quick kiss, Their mouths together tasted of smoke, alcohol and something almost sweet.

“Fuck,” he breathed against your skin. “You’re amazing” You returned that feeling with a moan, pushing your ass back, which only served to bring him deep into you. His large body twitched in his grip, a deep growl emanating from his chest.

Without haste, you slowly turn to the other side, where Micah Bell was standing, he's there, quite desperate, with the darkest blue eyes fixed on you, almost as if he knows exactly what you need, even without saying a word. The desire for affection becomes inevitable, and you approach him without hesitation, kissing his lips with a soft, almost lazy touch. The kiss is almost gentle, but it also has a hint of affection and needy, as if you were asking for something more, something that can't be said, but is understood.

With a soft sigh, you wrap your arms around him, hugging his shoulders with a certain amount of fragility mixed with firmness, your body seeking his warmth. Your body lifts as Micah grabs you by the hips, seeking to penetrate you anew, and you can't help the feeling of vulnerability and excitement that comes with the moment. Micah, with that smile so characteristic of him - a smile of someone who knows his own feelings, but is unable to hide his tenderness - squeezes you and arches his hips upwards, pressing you against himself in a protective and selfish way.

The heat between you becoming uncontrollable, the only sound in the middle of the silent dawn, are the muffled, wet noises and sounds between you, together, sharing and processing the various feelings that once were, but full of affection and complicity. He wraps his arms around you more tightly, and you forget that, for a moment, you were trying to be silent, but him coming in and out of you like that was too much....You rolled your eyes inside your head, panting above his head, yours almost suffocating him as they moved up and down, both of them and your bodies.

You removed your arms from his shoulders and then slid the soft cotton fabric of your nightgown completely between your own body, over your shoulders, pulling your hands over your chest and twisting. His nipples hardened, whether from the slight chill of the night or from lust, he couldn't tell. But Micah found himself unable to resist the sight, leaning forward and capturing one between his lips, biting and sucking. You choked softly, a sound so beautiful it made him moan.

Soft, gentle sighs as his tongue moistened the material of your sensitive, milk-filled breasts, teeth gently pulling you in. Your hand found his blond hair again, running your fingers through the strands and arching your back into his touch, moaning slyly when you felt the milky yellow droplets dripping out, you tried to pull away, but Micah kept pulling you forward, finishing sucking and tasting what was dripping.

He wanted to pinch your skin, bite you and soothe you with his tongue. You opened your mouth at times, when the pleasure became too much, with him taking the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. His fingers in your hair, twisting strands around his fingers and tugging lightly.

Letting you take him inch by inch, watching the look of ecstasy take over his features. His eyes closed.��He didn't struggle to keep his composure, overwhelmed by the tight, moist heat of her walls enveloping him. Being able to feel every unique ridge and bulge that made your vagina so perfect, to feel every muscle stretch and contract as you welcomed it.

"Oh my…!" You spoke, sounding louder, covering your mouth to keep from making noise, lightning buzzing through your veins, coursing through your entire body. His pace was almost animalistic as he panted behind you.

"Shit. You're delicious, darling…" He hummed, his large , rough hand coming down against your ass in a crushing slap. You groaned, tears stinging your eyes, but not from pain. Your body hummed beneath him as you teetered on the edge of pure pleasure.

Only seconds later it happened. You clapped a hand over your mouth as your orgasm hit, muffling your choked moans. Micah finished as well, making low, panting sounds as his body gave in to extreme exhaustion. The sound of his joints cracking as he lay back down was followed by a deep, drawn-out breath, the tension slowly leaving your bodies, both of you going limp and closing your eyes. You felt drops of cum running down your thighs, but you refused to get up to wash again. Maybe tomorrow morning...

Micah's head rests softly on the pillow, his breathing now regulated. Next to him, you settle in, resting your head on his shoulder. The temperature of the room is pleasant, and the welcoming silence of the room makes your sleep come closer and closer. But a few minutes later, you are woken by a sound that cuts through the silence of the room—the baby's cry coming from the other room. You let out a soft sigh, hesitating for a moment, feeling discouraged and laziness setting in, but knowing that you needed to check on him. Ready to get up, intending to pick up the baby, but just as you were about to make any movement, Micah's voice reemerges, firm and direct.

“Go to sleep, I’ll calm him down,” Micah murmured, the words clear and straightforward. His voice had a tone of authority, but it wasn’t harsh, just practical, like someone who knew exactly what they were doing. He moved away from the bed without waiting for a response, his footsteps firm on the floor as he walked through the door toward the next room.

You let out a low laugh and, with a smile on your lips, snuggle back into your pillow. The comfort of the mattress, the familiarity of the surroundings and the thought of Micah taking on what he never took on, dealing with the situation, brought you immediate relief. You hugged the pillow, letting yourself be enveloped by the warmth of the sheets. Your joy coming in small doses, even if you were hurt before, but at this moment you can forget that and allow yourself to truly rest, talk and sex almost never failed when it came to your conflicts with each other.

THIS TEXT IS NOT COMPLETELY

CORRECTED, I BELIEVE.

Author: I apologize if some words seem unconnected, it happens that when passing the original text from my language to English, some words and expressions do not exist, so in these cases I use the translator to try to “normalize” what I wrote. That's it.

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#rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 micah #micah bell x reader #smut fic #john marston

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frightenedcricket · 2 days ago

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Folio didn't want to worry anyone, specially you...

But you are quick catching him.

"Hey, is your neck okay?"

As soon as he is off the stage you can see how he keeps pressing his hand to the tattooed side of his neck. Then, instead of turning his head to talk to people, he moves his whole body. He is stiff and sudden moves made him frown. But he doesn't say a thing until you talk to him.

"Yes" He smiles at you, he doesn't want to worry anyone.

"Folio"

With a big sigh he touches it, pinching a point with his fingers.

"I think I slept a bit awkward on the plane. But don't worry"

You do. Your job is worrying about them.

"Nah, doesn't work on me" You smile and he rolls his eyes playfully.

Folio never said anything, but he has a huge crush on you

"I'll bring you something, okay?"

"Hey, no"

But it's too late and he can't really fight you, can he?

You are back with pain killers and some ice.

"No ice please... They will worry"

With a sympathetic smile, you agree.

"Okay"

It's a surprise when you knock at his door later. You are shy and hugging something close to your chest. He looks awfully comfy with his hoodie and shorts.

"Hey, all good?"

"Yes. I have this, it's a pad full of sheeds. It's good for muscular pain, period cramps, when the central heating breaks and you are awefully cold in bed... I thought you could use it for your neck"

He smiles softly. He was trying to sleep but the pain is getting worst.

"I also grabbed some lotion. Australia is weird, they don't have the one I usually get"

"Sweetheart... You didn't have to"

"I do, I want to" You smile. "Plus, you have to tell me what is going on with your neck because we can't have you injured now that we are back"

With a sigh he let's you in. He doesn't mean to scare you or anything, but he takes his hoodie off. You get flustered but then he groans a bit and you remember you are here to help him.

"Does it hurt that much?"

"Yeah"

"I'm not a physio so I'm not giving you a massage, but they said this would soothe the pain and you should use it before the shows to help with the tension"

Nick sits coss-legged while you put the lotion on his neck. The silence is comfortable, you enjoy eachother company. You try to not invade him much but it's hard when he points at the places that hurt. It's the side of his neck and shoulder, but also a bit of his back. His tattoos are awesome and you give yourself a minute to admire them.

"Was it really the plane?" You speak soft and so does he.

"Yes. But it got worst rehearsing yesterday"

"How bad?"

"Uh... It got pretty bad during the show"

"Folio... You have to tell us this stuff."

"I don't want to worry anyone or miss a show."

"You will if this gets worst"

"You are here helping me, it won't" He adds with a cheeky smile.

"Shut up, flirt"

He laughs loudly.

"Thank you, though"

You smile. "Now the bag"

"Can't I just sleep? I'm exhausted and I don't know if I'll be able to keep it in place? I'm falling asleep right know"

You laugh a bit and shake your head. Folio thinks you are unbelievable pretty.

"Five minutes?"

You sit together to watch something on the TV, your excuse is that you don't trust him and have to keep an eye on him. But after five minutes, he is truly falling asleep and the bag keeps falling from his neck.

It's organic, he doest resist and you know exactly what to do, as if you had done this a thousand times before. But you haven't. It's knew and your heart flutters. Your gentle hands pull him close and Nick lays his head on your chest. Your frap your arms around him and he hugs your waist. One of your hands plays with his soft hair, falling everywhere as he has just showered and is not slicked back as usually. Nick sighs when your keep the bag on his tense neck and closes his eyes.

"Don't leave tonight, okay?"

You smile and butterflies explode in your chest. He is warm and close and you like him so much.

"I promise"

#concept #nf #nick folio #Bad omens fic #Nick folio fic

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zerooup · 3 days ago

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Abababa,, minific of Papa/CG Swan + Sleepy Baby Curly and Big Sister/Brother Anya + Daisuke regressors maybe?

Of course!

Papa Swansea , sleepy regressor Curly , and big siblings Anya and Daisuke!

"I've been walking, you've been hiding and you look half dead half the time, monitoring you; like machines do. you've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye . . . You know you're better than this, come back and start, got your heart in a headlock. No, I don't believe any of it. You say too late to start with your heart in a headlock; You know you're better than this. Afraid to start got your heart in a headlock; I don't believe any of it." [Headlock - Imogen heap]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Swansea moved to the lounge, he'd been working all morning; With a sigh he finally sat down, Daisuke flopping down next to the older man, complaining playfully. "Remind me to NEVER ask you how to do that again." Swansea chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Ya did good kid, and ya did it quick so we've got nothin' for the rest of today."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The two continued their chat, a.. very tired Curly emerging from the cockpit and entering the lounge and heading to one of the vending machines... punching in the numbers for a coffee. Fuck his head was pounding, he'd barely slept a wink these past few days. He got the cup, sitting down at the lounge to enjoy it, listening to Daisuke and Swansea, whatever they were on about.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ He took a few drinks of the bitter liquid, it never did work to wake him up in times like this. Before he'd even noticed, he had eyes looking at him. Quickly apologizing. "Oh... sorry, am I in the way?" He asked, a soft smile playing on his face; Swansea glaring in concern. "When's the last time you slept?" Curly's face shifted, thinking. "Oh, I slept last night-" He was cut off, Swansea introjecting. "The full 5 hours the company allows you?" Curly sighed. "Well no- Jimmy had an issue in the cockpit so he woke me up-" Swansea pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look.. go get changed okay? You need sleep." With a sigh, Curly finished the coffee; tossing the cup in the trash before turning to do as Swansea has asked.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ While Curly was getting changed and everything of that sort, Daisuke had gone and got Anya.. The two deciding to play whatever dice game they deemed most fun, the two usually regressed when they played anyway; so Swansea just had to keep an eye on those two.. and hold curly till he fell asleep.. Easy, right..? Well, that's what he'd hoped so at least. Curly re-entered the lounge, plush in his arms; blanket over his shoulders and thumb in his mouth as he toddled over to Swansea, going into his lap as he curled as close as he could. "You okay buddy?" He felt a soft nod on his shoulder, just holding the blonde close as he played with Anya and Daisuke.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After an hour or so, Swansea had laid Anya to bed, but .. Daisuke wanted to play! So he tugged on Curly's hair. Which earned a VERY loud whine, followed by the blonde fussing once he woke up. He was NOT pleased about being woken up; once Swansea had come back he saw the blonde in tears, he; swiftly came over. Within a few seconds Curly was up and in Swansea's arms .. which did settle him a bit, Daisuke sitting with his arms folded. "Daisuke, did you hit him?" He shook his head swiftly. "Nuh-uh! I just tugged his hair..! it's not naptime yet!!" Swansea sighed. "I know you wanna play with him buddy; but he's really little right now.. He's not gonna have the same naptimes you do buddy." He folded his arms, pouting.. Curly had thankfully dozed back off. So Swansea raised a proposal. "Yknow, he'll be awake if you take a nap?" The younger responded "Really???" With a soft nod, Swansea confirmed it. Daisuke curling into his other side and getting comfy. Eventually, with a bit of a chat; they both fell asleep.

#agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #agere sfw #sfw age regression #age regression #xxsc headcannons #mouthwashing #agere mouthwashing #mouthwashing agere

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ensi-undertale · 3 days ago

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Hey there! I really loved that imagine you did earlier and the fic looks great!

Tell me, for the skeletons of your choice, what would they do if a seagull snatched a hotdog out of their hand?

Thank you for the prompt!! I had so much fun with this, that I ended up making it into a set of drabbles. Hope you don't mind^^ I had a mighty need for the fluff.

Blue

‘AND THEN, WE SHOULD VISIT THE PIER. IT HAS AN ARCADE! YOU’D LIKE THAT WOULDN’T YOU BROTHER? …BROTHER?’

But Stretch wasn’t looking his way. His gaze was fixed on something just over Blue’s shoulder.

‘hey, watch-’

But it was too late. As Blue turned to see what he was staring at, the seagull honed in on the hot dog in his hand, swooped, and carried it away.

Stretch covered his mouth with his hand, stifling laughter. ‘o-oho. uhh… do you want mine?’

‘N-NO NO, THAT’S OKAY, PAPY. A HOT DOG IS ESSENTIAL ON A BEACH TRIP, AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO WITHOUT.’

‘thanks bro, but I thought it was fish and chips?’

‘…IS IT?’

Black

Black and Wolf were enjoying a late afternoon stroll on the beach, tucking into some hot dogs as the sun began to set.

‘SEE, BROTHER? THIS IS WHAT I TELLING YOU ABOUT THE SEASIDE AIR.’

Wolf sniffed pointedly. ‘hell yeah. that sure is some crispy air.’

Black batted one hand towards his brother. ‘KNOCK IT OFF, YOU TROGLODYTE.’

Unfortunately, in all the commotion the brothers missed the seagull darting towards them with intent. Black sidestepped the creature, but it was too late. It had stolen his hot dog.

He sighed.

‘you gonna let ‘im get away with that, bro?’

‘AM I…’ Black pinched his nasal ridge with his now very free hand. ‘YES PAPYRUS I AM, BECAUSE I’M NOT GOING TO SHOOT DOWN A BIRD IN PUBLIC FOR THE SAKE OF A HOT DOG.’

‘aw, that would’ve been funny.’

Black turned towards his brother incredulously. ‘DON’T YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE? GO TERRORISE SOME CHILDREN OR SOMETHING!’

Sans

And now, this was more Sans’s speed.

After 6 hours of surfing classes, sandcastles, arcades, and volleyball (most of which Sans didn’t actually do… rather watch), there was nothing like lazing around, tucking into a fresh hot dog.

As he raised the dog and took a bite, his brother screeched, reaching towards him.

‘ACK! DON’T LET IT-’

But it was too late. A massive seagull had just brazenly plucked it from his hand, and bumbled off. It could barely fly with all the extra weight in its beak.

Papyrus’s outstretched hand dropped. ‘-TAKE… IT.’

‘hot dog, i did not expect that.’

‘SANS.’

…

‘absolutely ungullievable.’

‘SANS!’

Axe

‘THIS WAS NICE, WASN’T IT BROTHER?’

Axe looked up from his hot dog towards Willow, who smiled down at him. ‘yeah, ‘s a good day out.’

Willow nodded, and stretched his arms behind him. ‘MHM… THE SUN IS REALLY GOOD FOR MY BONES!’

At that moment, a large seagull divebombed the pair, aiming straight for Axe’s food. He batted it away with his free hand, and the bird dodged, snapping the hot dog between its beak-

But it was too late.

Axe had grabbed it by the neck, tearing the bun out its mouth. Unsurprisingly, the hot dog was ripped in two. Clutching half, he watched the other fall onto the sand beside his brother.

He maintained eye contact with the bird as he downed his half in one.

When he was done, he let it go, and it flew away as quickly as it had come.

‘SANS, COULD YOU… COULD YOU NOT DO THAT IN PUBLIC?’

Coffee

The pair leaned closer together on the wall. Coffee cackled under his breath while Wine muttered comments about everyone that passed them by.

‘AND HER? SHE’S BEEN MAKING ADVANCES AT HIM ALL DAY BUT IT DIDN’T GET THROUGH HIS THICK SKULL. LOOK AT THE WAY SHE’S GLARING AT HIM.’

‘you’re awful, Sans,’ Coffee snickered.

‘IMAGINE GETTING ALL DOLLED UP IN THAT BIKINI FOR NOTHING.’

Coffee nodded as he took another bite of his hot dog. It did look like Wine was on the money there.

Distracted, he didn’t notice the gull swoop over his shoulder until it was too late. He squealed as the bird nipped at his food, sailing away and tossing the hot dog into its mouth.

‘OH MY.’

Coffee looked at his empty, outstretched hand.

‘…again?’

#ensi's imagines #ensi's fics #fellswap gold #fellswap #horrortale #underswap #undertale au

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ravenwolfie97 · 1 year ago

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okay i have to talk about this because it's been really bothering me lately and i need to say something before i explode

so lately i've been noticing on many videos, shortform or otherwise, that they include subtitles! awesome! super helpful and cool

but idk if it's always been a problem and i'm only noticing it now, or if it's gotten particularly bad lately, but... recently a lot of those subtitles are really really bad

slight tangential anecdote: i used to do some freelance captioning work in between real job hunting, and it was a good experience. i was already interested in doing it, obviously, but i was coached on proper captioning etiquette and guidelines to make it look as nice and readable as possible while also transcribing the audio as best as i could before my superiors would touch it up. so i do know a thing or two about proper subtitling, but even if you didn't you would Know that there are some serious problems right now

i'll give a few non-specific examples (bc i'm too lazy to hunt them down to show you). there is a pretty popular (i think) youtube shorts personality who mostly does reaction-based videos, like i think it's actually mostly tiktok stitches reuploaded to yt shorts. but anyway this person, along with most other tiktok people who have subtitles for their lil internet rambles, are probably only basing off of their voice, like there's some kind of auto-caption that gets most of the words right, save for a couple small ones. i can understand that especially for the reaction/vlog crowd who are just trying to pump out videos, but like. i also follow john and hank green. they also reupload their tiktok stitches to yt shorts and have subtitles. and guess what? they're flawless. immaculate. you Can change them. or maybe they just talk better idk my point still stands that there is issue here stemming from having the computer do it with minimal to no touch-up. which leads me to my next example

one of the first nails in the coffin recently was this one pokemon youtube shorts guy i kept getting where he'd look into old game saves. all of the videos are subtitled, but similar to the tiktoks, it appears to be transcribing the voice on its own. what's worse and the most important here is that - remember - this is a series of pokemon videos. saying a pokemon name and expecting an AI to understand what that is out the gate is insane. and it doesn't. any time a pokemon's name is said, it just spews out words that are vaguely similar-sounding standard english words. and it's never the same each time too, which is fun. this is where taking the time to edit or even give a smidge of a damn to the craft of your video really would mean a lot, because for as many as i've seen it turns me even more off every time i see those shitty subtitles. but unfortunately that's not the worst i've seen in the last few days

the one that hurt me so much i physically could not stand it, to the point that i left a Comment on how bad it was, was an edit of a streamer's twitch VOD. normally, this streamer uploads snippets of their streams to yt shorts and has really good and well-edited captions there! i usually have nothing to complain about from this guy. but this one particular video... i don't know if it's because it's an older VOD and someone's just been holding on to it for months, or if it was a huge rush job, or What. but this video had literally the worst captions i had ever seen. they were just slapped down in chunks, not even lining up with the people who were talking, a negligible amount of punctuation, literally the barest minimum of effort. but that's not all! let's not forget that this is an edited clipshow, and there are Effects and Transitions for not only the video itself but the text as well! so SOME amount of effort was put into this because it got actually edited into a decent-sized video instead of just being a small clip. it's literally makes me sick i am so unhappy about it

main point, TL;DR, moral of the story: for the love of all that is holy, please remember that captioning is literally an accessibility feature. some people cannot hear or are unable to listen to videos sometimes, and i can't imagine what a hearing-impaired person who relies on subtitles to engage with videos would think watching either of my last two examples. what makes it worse, too, is that i can't even tell these people to hire someone to do it for them, because oftentimes they DO have people to do that work for them. and they still fuck it up. and then they continue on, to churn out more content. ugh just take a moment to remember that captions are not just for engagement. they're a tool, and some people can use only those as their guide through your video. don't make it impossible to parse. the purpose of them is to be read and understood. and you can't do that if the sentences are in overlapping chunks or if your words are too non-standard to be translated by a computer

#they at least all do a better job at captioning than youtube's built-in auto feature #it's okay in a pinch but it's really. really not good #but man do y'all remember when they Came Out with closed captioning and how incredibly and genuinely awful it was?#as well as unintentionally hilarious?#i must be one of the only people as obsessed with rhett and link's multi-layered cc translation series of videos today as from eons ago #a many charisma wrist to you and to all a good night

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hugsqueeze · 4 months ago

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EVERYONE. EMERGENCY ALERT: IT'S GIRTHDAY AGAINNNNN YAYYYYYYYY 🌎🌈🌈💓💓💗💕💕💕💕💕💗💗🌈🌈🌈🩷🩷🩷👹👹👹🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️ *STARTS TEARING THE ROOFS OFF OF HOUSES AND THROWING THEM INTO ORBIT AT SPEEDS SO FAST AND DANGEROUS THAT THEY COLLIDE INTO PLANETS AND INSTANTLY OBLITERATE THEM* HIIIII HAPPY GIRTHDAY TO THE ALWAYS UNENDINGLY EPIC AND BEST OF ALL TIME: @chalkpaste !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👈‼️‼️‼️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRTHWORMMMM ^_^ OMG AUGH I SUPER hope you had the most AMAZING and PROSPEROUS of days today ☝️ I hope that your birthday has been as swagful and delightful and lovely and life changing as you are YAYYYY *SPINS WITH YOU* 💕💕🌎🌈🌈🌈

[Bonus slightly alternate coloring under da cut + a (comically bad) first draft for fun]

Here's the slightly different version that I promised (base colors/no filter *smiles*)!

& OKAY I REALLY ALSO WANTED TO INCLUDE THIS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS (sort of 😭) FUNNY, but I was at work last week thinking about what I wanted to draw -> For Girthworm Birthday and I sketched out . This. On a sticky note LOLLL. Wow. Almost incomprehensible 👍

#GAHHH I'm BUMMED that I had to wait until the END OF THE DAY to post this T_T I'm so sorry for real for being so late!!!!!!!!!! >_< GRRR #I WAS THINKING ABOUT GIRTHDAY ALL DAY SERIOUSLY. and this whole month LOLLL it's Girthworm month yall 💪#OKAY ARGH BUT SERIOUS MODE: You ARE SERIOUSLY. THE BEST in the whole WORLD RAMSEY LIKE I can't even explain how special and incredible you #ARE‼️‼️‼️ YOU ARE SO INSPIRING AND KIND AND TALENTED AND SMART AND AWESOMESAUCE . SO SO FORTUNATE TO KNOW YOU AND TALK TO YOU TT____TT <3333 #AND HAVE YOU AS A FRIEND. *BIG WATERY EYES*#Your kindness and generosity KNOW NO BOUNDS. IT REALLY LEAVES ME IN AWE SOME DAYS LIKE. You are UNREAL AND YOUR ART IS SO GORGEOUS AND #CHARMING + YOU ARE JUST THE most epic EVER. YOU NEED A NOBEL PEACE PRIZE for being SO KIND AND CHILL #🌎🌎🌎🌈🌈💕💕🩷🩷💓💓💗💗🌸🌸🌸🌸🌼🌼🌼🌼🕊️🕊️🕊️#ALSOOOO ^_^ I HOPE YOU HAD THE BEST DAY EVER. DID YOU DO ANYTHING SPECIAL? I know SH2 Remake finally came out too heeheehee I meant to tell #you earlier that that's SUCH A CRAZY COINCIDENCE that it lined up with your BIRTHDAY LOLLL!!!!!! I HOPE IT'S EXTRA GOOD 🙏 IT NEEDS TO BE.#It was released on the esteemed Ramsey Birthday‼️‼️#Hooh OKAY I'LL STOP BLABBING YOU ARE SO AWESOME BEYOND WORDS RAMSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333333333 #BYE BYE #pinch art

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juuzouclub · 2 years ago

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kaminari is the type to dedicate a shot to you and miss horribly.

what’s worse is that he’s good at basketball

#thinking abt those big round loser eyes and the way his brows’ll pinch when he misses #and the homies are laughing and teasing him for his shit-terrible aim and he’s pleading to you like ‘i’m really good i promise!!!’#and he sulks about it the rest of the game but manages to play okay #kaminari x you #kaminari denki x reader #⟢ denki #—cedarposting

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lokissweater · 5 months ago

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hey i really really love your fics and the way you write youre so talented! ive been searching for a virgin!yuji x virgin!reader for so long and my life would literally be urs if you wrote this. if not no worries, i totally get it.

sending love! - anon

OH THIS IDEA IS HOOOOTTTTT AND U BEST BELIEVE IM ALL OVER IT!! thank you for your sweet words and for sending in a request!! i hope you like it!! :] <333

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oh my god, pretty!

{yuji itadori x f!reader}

summary: your relationship with yuji was semi new and cute, you both absolutely adoring the fuck out of one another since the moment you met. one thing you have in common though? you’re both loser virgins with absolutely no experience whatsoever, and on one night where you’re both innocently cuddling on the couch watching a movie— yuji goes NUTS.

warnings: MDNI. college!au, afab!reader, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ya’ll), accidental creampie LOL, yuji is a little perv, smut with barely any plot she goes straight to the good stuff, cursing, pet names, fluff, FILTHYYYY this is filthy, all characters are aged up.

word count: 3.9k

authors note: PHEEWWWW THIS ONE HAD ME MEOWING LIKE A KITTY CAT AND I HOPE YALL MEOW WITH ME!!! thank you for your support always, that is an absolute given, i love you and i love you forever. MWAAAHHHH <3333

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“are you okay baby?”

no you were not.

because yuji was in a black tight compression tee and pj’s while you both were watching a movie together and cuddling on your living room couch, the sleeves of his shirt accentuating his biceps and the rest of it squeezing over his pecs and torso, the brightness of your tv illuminating all of his sharp handsome features that had you gnawing at your nails in a nervous fit— him looking at you with pinched eyebrows.

yuji and you had just started dating a couple of months ago— his lively overly friendly personality winning you over without really much effort at all, and your genuine sweet one catching his heart the minute he saw you come into one of his lectures last year, looking soul killingly beautiful and radiant, the both of you befriending each other quickly as your interests aligned.

and you started hanging out on and off campus a lot more frequently after that— gradually falling more and more in love until yuji finally gathered up his jumpy nerves and asked you to be his girlfriend.

there was a problem though.

neither of you had had sex before, or had done anything in between the lines with other people before you got together.

it was the first thing that yuji worried about when he first started dating you— embarrassed and afraid that you would think he was a big fat loser with no game and that he would potentially run the risk of losing you, you maybe preferring a man of experience to match your own needs.

but when he admitted that to you, and when you shook your worried little head and told him you were in the same exact boat as him, he was fucking elated— his apprehensions crumbling down like a landslide and replaced instead with the giddiness of getting to do stuff with you for the first time ever, and him being the man (the only man ever he hoped) to get to do it to you.

but then there was another problem.

neither of you seemed to want to start anything, the both of you hesitant and scared because of your lack of experience— petrified of humiliating yourselves if one of you tried and pathetically failed at it or did something incorrectly.

“mhm! fine.” you smiled sweetly, your calm voice a completely different contrast to what was currently happening inside your reeling fuzzy brain.

you had both definitely talked about it, the subject of intimacy. but it was always something that the two of you reassured each other would happen eventually when you were both ready, that there was no rush— choosing to brush the subject off like it was nothing.

except it wasn’t nothing. it was never nothing. and you were both way past fucking ready, especially yuji, him practically ripping apart at the seams with horn dog need anytime he saw you wear those little skirts that you like so much, or whenever you’d straddle his lap during one of your daily makeout sessions— his hands literally trembling over your ass in attempts at being respectful of pretty ol’ you, settling for placing them on your upper back instead.

and you would internally pout, disappointed, because you always without fail noticed all of this yet you were too shy to mention anything or do something about it on your own.

“you sure?” he asked softly. “you look like you’re thinking about something.”

he raised a hand and gently poked your cheek repeatedly with his index finger, a silly smile on his face. “tell me baby tell me baby tell me baby—”

you giggled, “i’m okay! just zoned out.” you pushed his finger away, leaning up and pressing a quick shy kiss to his cheek that made him instantly flush pink in return, a wobbly smile spreading across his face.

in the midst of you retreating back to your previous position, yuji caught your chin with his fingers and turned you to look at him, your cheeks blushing as he stared at you with lovesick dreamy eyes.

“can we— um.” his gaze flickered to your lips. “can we make out.”

your eyes widened slightly and your hands grew clammy fast, cheeks buzzing as you stared back at him.

since making out was the only thing you both properly conquered, it happened almost every single time you saw each other, the act practically filling in and making up for the more lewd exchanges you both were missing out on, your kisses always sloppy and messy but heated— though each time it came around to it you were often just as nervous as the first time.

“s—sure!” you stammered. “you don’t have to ask me yuji… you can just— y’know… do it..”

he bit his tongue, your timidness for some fucking reason sending a shock of arousal through his veins and straight down to his dick as he tried his best to swallow it and not make it obvious for you.

“okay!”

he brought your face closer then and kissed you, a solid one at first, until you slowly parted your lips and ushered him in, deeper, your body moving closer to his on its own as he immediately responded with placing a hand on your leg to throw it over his lap, your mouths wet and slippery as he properly settled you to sit on him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, the movie drowned out completely in the background as a sequence of lip smackings echoed throughout the room, yuji’s hands on your upper back like always as you continued to make out… until you felt a little stinging cramp in your knee— moving your hips a little bit to readjust, utterly unaware of how you accidentally applied pressure over yuji’s crotch as he sucked in a breath through his nose and pulled away.

“fuck don’t do that baby don’t do that.”

you froze, hands quickly retracting back to your chest. “what? what do what?”

“oh—” he froze, eyes wide and cheeks pink as his mouth opened and closed like a fishy out of water.

he couldn’t possibly tell you why, not wanting to scare you away by admitting that you grinding down on his crotch like that made his dick jerk and mind haze in the most filthy and perverted way imaginable, feeling like he wanted to dig himself a big fat grave of horny shame to throw himself into as he watched your pretty eyes look at him the way that they were, wanting that same look but underneath him instead—

your bent knee cramped up once more and you hissed, moving your hips again except this time harder, yuji’s eyes flying open as the grip around your upper torso tightened, a strangled whiny hum escaping his throat.

your eyes snapped to his at the sound, now feeling something hard poking your clothed pussy as your brain finally put fucking two and two together, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment at what you did and over your stupid delayed realization.

“oh! yuji i’m so sorry i— i didn’t realize—”

he shook his head rapidly, his cheeks and ears red as he shakily smoothed his hands over your hips comfortingly.

“no baby! don’t be sorry it’s okay!” he quickly kissed your forehead. “i—it’s me… it’s not you at all…”

but there was something else behind his eyes, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint as he just stared at the place where your body met his crotch, hands slowly gripping your hips tighter in a certain way and… and actually moving you now in a certain way that made you promptly realize he was grinding you against him, pleasure quickly twitching at your clit in response as flat hands flew to his chest to stabilize yourself.

“what— what are you doing?” you stammered, your chest heaving a little.

“s—sorry!…” he mumbled, eyes still trained to the same area. “it just— felt kind of good… so..”

yuji peered up at you, a cautious look on his face as he eyed you curiously with his pinky cheeks bright— hesitantly indulging in his overwhelming sick need for you, as simply making out was just not cutting it anymore ever since he got a taste of how something like this could feel a couple of seconds ago.

and your thoughts were identical to his.

timidly, you slid your hands up slowly to rest back on his manly shoulders, the rough material of his compression tee under your fingers making you literally squeeze your hole around nothing, eyes nervously darting around his face.

“o—okay…”

his hand came up to brush some of your soft hair over your shoulder, his thumb moving in to caress gently over your hot cheek.

“can i… can i do it again?”

you shakily nodded, and he gripped your hips again before moving you just like he did before, your crotch coming down to meet his slowly and cautiously as your mouth partially hung open at how good it actually felt, yuji staring at your expression with blown out pupils and nearly drooling over it.

but he wanted more, his hands moving you then to grind on him a little faster, his hips coming up to meet yours at the same time as you shyly met him halfway— quick and stuttery until all of a sudden you were full blown humping into each other like rabid dogs, your tiny whiny moans setting him the fuck off as he captured your lips again to make out with you, fearing if he let you quietly moan like that for his ears to selfishly drink up that he was going to end up busting in his pants.

“y—yuji…” you whimpered in between kisses.

“yeah baby?” his husky voice sent another electrical shock of ecstasy through your body, your fingers gripping his shirt in tiny fists as you didn’t even know what exactly you were pleading him for.

but he knew.

he wrapped his arms entirely around you and moved so that you were laying flat on your back now, yuji in between your legs as he kissed you sloppily while grinding himself back on you again, him literally mimicking how it would be to fuck you as you squeezed his biceps for support, your thin pajama shorts feeling his hard cock bulging from his pj pants and rutting against your cunt desperately with every hump.

yuji, literally trapped in a dimension of arousal and nasty fucking thoughts of you with every moan that slipped past your puffy soft lips, had him reaching and tugging down on the waist band of your shorts like an animal, your baby blue panties with a little ribbon bow in the middle making him nearly choke on his spit.

your hand quickly came to clasp around his wrist, stopping him.

“y—yuji my parents! i don’t know if we should—”

“oh fuck—” he whispered, looking up to the top of your staircase and down where your parents were sound asleep, gnawing so much on his bottom lip in cock blocked agony that he accidentally drew blood.

and you didn’t know why, but the urge was unforgiving as you reached up and cupped his hot sweaty cheeks, pulling his face down as you stuck your tongue out and licked over his bleeding lip.

yuji stared, eyes wide, before he let out a low guttural grown and shoved his face into the crook of your neck.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck—”

you were fucking killing him.

he rolled his leaky cock slowly into you again, his shoulders trembling at the cold feeling of his wet boxers that were literally covered in pre cum the moment your pretty plush thighs sat over his lap, you speaking up.

“m—maybe—”

he pulled back fast.

“yeah?”

“maybe if you just— look. that… that should be fine, right?”

“yeah yeah!” yuji’s invisible tail was practically wagging over your words. “look uh huh! just look baby.”

you bit your lip, slowly reaching down and tugging as both of yuji’s hands went flying down to help you, pulling them over your thighs and down to your ankles before setting them behind him on the couch with a soft thud.

you kept your thighs closed, shy and timid as you realized yuji hadn’t seen you like this yet… your cheeks flaring in embarrassment as he pulled your knees apart and gawked at the vision before him, yuji looking at you like you had built the entirety of rome by yourself with your bare hands.

you hadn’t noticed yet, but your panties were drenched— a patch of wet spread over your lips that literally outlined the anatomy of your pussy to a t, leaving little to the imagination as his eyes stayed locked on your clit in a complete trance.

“oh my god, pretty!…” he murmured, his index finger coming down to softly touch and rub your puffed up clit over your panties, you squeaking in response and slamming your thighs closed again.

“sorry! sorry!” he sputtered, frantic as he came down to peck little kisses on your cheek apologetically, your eyes shut, bashful. “did that hurt? i didn’t mean to i’m sorry—”

“n—no!” you shook your head and slowly peeked your eyes open. “it didn’t… just felt s—sensitive.”

his shoulders relaxed in relief, nodding, his eyes widening in delight when you spread your legs back open for him again, your panties literally stuck slick to your pussy at this point.

yuji’s fingers pressed against your folds, him wanting to just feel the way your little wet lips mushed up against his digits, his curious hand directing him slowly up over your clit and back down by your virgin hole as he breathed hard through his nose, trying to get himself to calm the fuck down over your cunt and not freak you out.

but what he was doing felt good, him having no idea as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your eyebrows screwed together in euphoria, his ears perking up at the sounds of your sweet little moans and whines the more pressure he applied to it.

and then he got an idea.

as you were distracted getting riled up by his fingers, yuji shoved his other hand under his wet pajama pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock and pumping it a little as his angry tip leaked with every jerk— a drop oozing down and landing right on your nub before rolling over your panties as he breathed out a string of hushed curses.

yuji replaced the hand on your pussy with his cock, his length and tip pushing up in between your sopping cunt and back down, completely soiling your panties with a mix of your arousal and his pre cum as he rolled his hips into you again, you not noticing at all until both of his rough hands came to grip and squeeze over your inner thighs, your eyes fluttering open as you wondered why it felt way better than before, them bulging once you saw his thick long dick slipping and sliding hurriedly against your pussy.

“b—baby!” you moaned breathlessly, but yuji literally could not hear you as his dazed droopy eyes stayed focused on your swollen puss while he continued to rut.

“uh huh..?..” he panted. “what’s wrong sweetheart…”

your words lodged themselves in the back of your throat as a particular rough thrust made you choke and clamp your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes shut in response with your sensitive nub pulsing as you felt yuji’s leaky sticky cum all over you.

“does it— does it feel good?” his eyes finally trailed up to look at you, his already fucked out expression and flushed face forming a yummy pit in your stomach that you recognized as your release whenever you fingered yourself, except that feeling no where near as good as what you felt right fucking now.

“mhm..” you moaned and licked your lips.

yuji’s fingers slid up from your inner thighs and to the straps of your panties, fiddling and playing with them as he rolled his hips like a little perv, his tip at times falling and literally sinking into your gaping virgin hole a bit— your panties a thin stretchy wall that frustratingly stopped his cock from going, slipping back upward instead.

“baby…” he moaned lowly, whispering. “maybe we should just have sex right now…”

you gasped. “right now?! i don’t know yuji my— my parents— and we’ve never—”

he leaned down and sloppily kissed you, speaking in between each smack.

“they’re asleep it’s—” mmphf— “it’s okay—”

yuji already had his middle finger hooked under your wet panties as he started pulling down, you squeaking at the cold breeze hitting your bare clit.

“i want to but— hic!”

he rubbed his tip over your entrance a bit, pooling your juice up.

“what if— what if we get too loud? and they come downstairs—”

he shook his head. “i’ll keep on a lookout pretty don’t worry about it...” he murmured. “you just relax while i pump my cock in, yeah?”

you whimpered, nodding quickly and pathetically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down flush against your chest, suctioning tiny sucks on his jaw to keep you from moaning the loudest you’ve moaned all night as he started pushing in, yuji’s mind in a literal fucking state of delirium as his dick was finally gonna be buried in your cute pussy after wanting it for so long.

you hiccuped against his jaw, your arms gripping him tighter as he stretched you out so good, feeling a little pinch in your walls that made you spread your legs wider in attempts at alleviating it.

“ohhhh fuckkkk baby—” he moaned loud and you quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

“shhh honey shhh—”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—”

his voice was muffled against your hand as he pumped deeper, your squeal catching itself in your throat and his body fucking shivering at the way your tight slobbering walls sucked him in without him having to even push, your hole clenching around him and pumping more strings of stray pre cum out inside you.

“my god do that again please do that again—” he panted, reeling his hips back slowly and pushing in at a steady rhythm.

“d—do what?” you panted, your eyes closing in pleasure.

“squeeze— shit!— squeeze me please please—” he begged, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your cheeks as he licked up your little overstimulated tears.

“like— like this?”

you clenched your hole again and his body jerked, his choked moans huffing in your ear as he rolled and snapped his hips faster.

“mm! yuji my god—” you squealed and he placed a hand over your mouth, the both of you now covering over each others as he proceeded to drill his hips in, the couch squeaking with every messy hit.

your hand tightened over his lips the louder he moaned, your eyes silently pleading with him to be a little quieter, but him too lost in the milking of his cock and the way your fucked out face looked as he couldn’t connect the dots with what you were asking of him, suddenly your blurry brain coming into reasonable consciousness for a second as you became aware of the fact that you weren’t even using protection.

“b—baby—” you muffled against his hand. “we’re not using a— mmm! c—condom we need—”

smack smack smack—

“shit i don’t— i don’t have one sweetheart.” he stifled, and yuji only went faster then, harder and jerky as his awkward virgin hips jolted you up and down on him, your eyes rolling back. “s’okay i’ll just pull out m’kay? i’ll pull out—”

his snappy pace brought your brain back into your previous dumb erotic state, nodding dazedly as he scooched his hand down and shoved his middle and ring finger inside your wet mouth, your tongue slobbering over his digits before your lips lewdly closed around them and sucked.

yuji was not keeping a lookout for your parents.

“oh fuck baby you look so fucking pretty doing that…” he choked. “you look so so pretty under me and taking my dick—”

“mhm..” you moaned around his fingers, drool seeping out of your mouth and down your chin as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming and squelching all over him.

“i’m gonna pull out soon okay? i feel—” pant— “i feel like i’m cumming—”

you pulled back from his fingers with a pop and licked your lips, nodding vigorously as you squeezed your eyes painfully shut, your release washing over you like a prickly wave with your mouth hung wide open and your vision blowing bright white.

but in the midst of you creaming, you accidentally clamped your thighs shut around yuji as he tried to slip his dick out.

“fuck! i can’t—” pant— “baby open your legs please im gonna— fuck fuck fuck!—”

yuji’s cum pummeled inside you and filled you the absolute brim as he gasped and whined in your ear, his balls draining so much of it into you that it took no time at all for it to slip past your hole and onto your couch below, the both of you heaving heavily with your clothes stuck against your sweaty sticky bodies.

“are you—” he swallowed. “are you okay baby? i’m sorry i came inside—”

“it’s okay it wasn’t you—” you tried to regulate your breathing. “it— it was my fault… i trapped you in…”

you sheepishly looked at him and gnawed at the inside of your cheek in shame, your face only making him lazily grin and press a hard loving kiss to your cheek.

“it’s okay. we can figure it out later!”

he peeled away from you and sat up, his softening cock still buried inside as he slowly pulled out and watched the rest of his cum spurt out, taking one of his shaky fingers and collecting some before pushing it back in your hole.

“don’t put it back in yujiiii!” you whined.

“sorry! sorry sorry—” he grabbed your wrist gently and kissed the back of your hand, his pinky cheeks vibrant as he looked at you with a wobbly shy smile. “i— i couldn’t help myself…”

you giggled. “s’okay honey.”

he laid his body back over yours, being mindful not to squish you as he leaned some of his weight on his arms, cutely pecking your puffy lips over and over until he was satisfied with the amount, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck after.

“m’glad my first time was with you yuji…” you murmured into his ear, your words causing his heart to literally bang against his chest as he felt like he was on cloud nine with you underneath him like that.

“i’m glad it was with you pretty.” he pushed, looking into your fucked out eyes with sincerity. “and i hope it stays that way. just my dick.”

you laughed loudly, your hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth as he giggled.

you pecked his nose sweetly and readjusted your hips, your cum covered pussy brushing against his cock again, the blood immediately rushing back to it faster than a speeding fucking bullet.

he traced a loving finger across your bottom lip delicately, a little grin on his face.

you quirked a brow. “what?”

“can we um—“ he quickly kissed you. “can we try doggy style right now?”

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